Dad...I need you.
I don't know what to expect from men.
Dad...I want you to be proud of me.
I wish you would to tell me I'm beautiful.
Dad...my heart is broken.
I want a father.

Talking to God falls heavy on my lips,
Because I'll never seen Him as more than a bestfriend. I see myself, forever shaken. That sick feeling in my stomach, knowing I'm bending till im about to break.

I don't want to be scared of love.