We never really got along,
We never saw eye to eye
I was always in the wrong
You always made me cry
We argued and fought,
We screamed and we yelled
The only thing you taught,
Is your love for me was withheld
But now that you're gone
And out of my reach
I sit here and mourn,
The words I didn't speak
I never said "I love you dad"
Or asked you for a hug
I never even said I was glad,
Glad to sit with you in that old truck
Cause when you sat me on your knee
I felt on top of the world
I guess I just regret not telling you,
I'm happy I was your little girl

I wish I could do more for you
Take away all that pain
I watch what you go through
I'm there when you complain
But I am only human
And removing pain, I cannot do
I just hope in some way I've proven,
I'll always be there for you

Willow tree, willow tree
My favourite place to be
Willow tree, willow tree
With you I feel free
Willow tree, willow tree
You make me feel safe
Willow tree, willow tree
For you I will await

I feel like writing something
But the words won't seem to flow
Its really stumping
I've reached a plateau
My mind is blocked
From the words I want to write
My creativity has locked
No inspiration in sight
The words escape my brain
And nothing is on my paper
Trying to write again
My thoughts are like vapor
Disappearing into thin air
Nothing makes up my head
The ideas just aren't there
So I'll write this instead

I am so delicate and gentle
You burn so bright and warm
And even though it's accidental
You leave my wings so torn
As I'm drawn to your radiant light
I don't see how much you hurt
And when I sit by you tonight,
I realise I only get burnt
Because like a moth to a flame
I'm drawn to be near
Even when you cause me pain
Its nothing I tend to fear

He's nice to me sometimes,
We smile at eachother in his car
He's nice to me sometimes,
Shared glances from afar
He's nice to me sometimes,
Driving me home late at night
He's nice to me sometimes,
Even though we tend to fight,
He's nice to me sometimes,
He can be so harsh and cold
He's nice to me sometimes
His words so uncontrolled
He's nice to me sometimes
Wanting me to go away
He's nice to me sometimes
I could talk to him all day
He's nice to me sometimes
I say to myself, you see
"He's nice to me. Sometimes..
But that's good enough for me."

I'm either too much or too little
All or not enough
There's no place in the middle
And that's where its tough

"Too clingy" or "too needy"
"Too cold" or "too mean"
Maybe I'm just greedy
No space inbetween

Or maybe I'm just broken
Too hurt to love fair
So I will remain unspoken
Like I don't seem to care