You wanted me to be your little girl
You wanted me to see you as my world
You wanted me to be all I could be
I wanted you to open your eyes and see

The bruises on my arms were not love
The pain  in my eyes was not relief
Blood stained the white feathers of the dove
And she did not mourn, but she grieved

But Daddy, I am sorry
I am sorry I wasn't everything you wanted
I am sorry for making you mad
I am sorry for being so bad

Please, God, set me free
Take this pain away from me
Please take away the breath of life
Oh God, let me drop this knife