Mother, I said something I shouldn't today
I wavered like water
One drop out of place
As I learned, I looked around 'til I knew every face
And all of the right things to say
I must be your daughter
Father, cold hands just keeping dragging me down
Collecting my anger
Like puddles of mud on the ground
Later, at least I can say that I'm proud
Though it feels like a vice – to cool down like ice
I must be your daughter
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Mother, I said something I shouldn't today
I wavered like water
One drop out of place
As I learned, I looked around 'til I knew every face
And all of the right things to say
I must be your daughter
Father, cold hands just keeping dragging me down
Collecting my anger
Like puddles of mud on the ground
Later, at least I can say that I'm proud
Though it feels like a vice – to cool down like ice
I must be your daughter
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