In my room,
Mindlessly scrolling,
to my doom.
Endlessly rolling
down the hill
of depression.
Constantly feeling ill
and not worth of self expression.

I don't need you but you need me, you want me to stay but I want to leave.
I'm not your perfect "daughter", just like your not a perfect father.
I don't want your issues, you gave me all of your horrible conditions.
All the things you went through, you've put me through too.
If you want me happy, then why do you say what you say, it's nasty