You used to be my hero.
I used to be daddy’s little girl.
You used to understand me.
You used to be my world.
But now you make me wonder
As no daughter ever should
Whether you are really good,
Or whether I misunderstood.
You can judge a person
By how they act when they just wake
Do they pull you into hug you
Or do they make you quake?
Is it true that you deceived me?
Or that I deceived myself?
Into thinking all this time
That you were someone else?
Sometimes you leave me waiting,
In a world that’s full of tears,
So that you can go out with the guys
And grab too many beers.
Is it normal for this to happen?
Is it normal for trust to fail?
And what you tell me when I cry,
Is that just so you can bail?
I see what you’ve done,
I know what you are,
I know about all of the days
You’ve spent in the bar.
Am I supposed to tell?
Am I supposed to hide?
In all of this confusion,
I see my trust flashing by.
And for just a second,
It all comes into place.
Capture the clearness like a picture,
So next time I’ll know you’re being fake.
