Old Man

Hello, finally here Comments in bold.

“Old man, take a look at my life,
I’m a lot like you.”
It’s one of your favorite songs and I can’t help but think,
Mr. Young’s lyrics sing all too true.

It may be a daddy’s girl’s dream,
But can’t you see?
I don’t want to be like you.
That little girl is no longer me.

I'm a bit confused... is the speaker talking about herself or her father...?

The training wheels have come off,
I have packed away each and every one of my dolls,
I know there are no monsters under my bed,
And you don’t have to pick me up from my falls. I like the imagery and rhythm in this stanza.

Oh they all say,
“You’re just like your father at your age!”
But it’s a comparison I despise,
It makes me curl my fists in rage. Oooh lovely image

What gives them the right to compare me to you?
They don’t know what you’ve done.
I try and get away from it all,
But this family name is hard to outrun.

Somehow I still wish we could go back to when I needed you.
But that’s enough to make everything you’ve done okay. Everything else you've said okay so far indicates nothing is enough to make it all okay, so this line is contradictory and confusing...
‘Cause you hurt me; and daddy if you want me back,
You had better start to pray.

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