I try to be perfect, I really do.
Trying harder, just for you.
But I always seem to make you mad.
Trying to be good, but you're never glad.
I guess I appear as a little girl in your eyes.
I never change, me you'll always despise.
Or so you thought.
But so called father, You had to have known;
your punch isn't the only one to be thrown.
I will do to you, as you do to me.
I don't care, if you only get angry.
I'm grown up now.
You're going down.
No more little girl.
I'm rocking your world.
How's my knuckles feel on your teeth?
Hm? Do you taste blood beneath?
Good.