You’re supposed to be my loving father
But you broke my heart and tore me down
Like I was something lacking a soul
You took away a piece of my spirit
And held it high; like a trophy
As if that piece was yours to take
You flip my words around
And tell me lies to my face
Like I was never blood to begin with
I don’t know why I keep trying
To find a new, better man inside
But I do, and it hurts me...