Daughter

Girl makes plans and the gods laugh at it
I used to think we're whole
Unaware of your mess
Unaware of your emptiness
Now we tiptoe through the shards left of our home
I get cold when you let go
Should've known it was your fault
But I shouldered your baggage
Like I always do
Like you raised me to do

Corrupted veil over my waters
I blame your cryptic morals
Bad seed of a daughter
I won't speak if you're liquored up
My feet are bloody from the shards left of our home
I learned my lesson when I left you all alone
I should have known that it's your fault
But I was born the first
First



Credits
Writer(s): Elena Gjorgieva
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