Daughter

He never could be bothered to take the time to trouble his own daughter and feed her a stable peace of mind and now she walks alone at night
I guess nothing really matters, except writing your own lines and telling yourself you'll be alright, "I think I'll be just fine"

In due time, will she be able to heal?
I can't drift back to what is real with you standing over my shoulder like a fool
In her blood red pool

She never could be bothered to take the time to feed her own daughter and sing her a lullaby and now she hides in her own mind
I guess nothing needs to matter, when you're your only friend finding yourself a sheet of paper and a warm bed

In due time, will she be able to heal?
I can't drift back to what is real with you standing over my shoulder like a fool
In her blood red pool



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Writer(s): Frances Mehlenbacher
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