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