Confusion
I'm so confused.
He blames me for everything.
Yes, I've changed, I'll admit that.
But I've had enough.
I'll take the blame. I always have, haven't I?
I'm beginning to hate you.
I'm beginning to hate you. So. Much
Are you happy now?
You seen me cry so many times now.
You know I hate crying.
You never listen.
You're so selfish.
I was just being a typical teenager.
I was just trying to explain how I feel.
But you shoved everything back in my face.
You don't want to face reality.
You took it all out on me instead.
But, maybe it is really my fault.
Maybe I should have been more respectful.
Maybe, telling you how I feel is not the way you want it to be
Maybe you want me to pretend.
Just so you can feel better.
Yeah. It's my fault.
I should hate myself.
I should disappear.
Because I'm not like your other kids.
I'm not good at anything worth wild.
I'm an idiot.
A big, ugly, idiot.
But, I have no choice but to continue being "Daddy's Little Girl"
One day, life will go back to "normal"
And everybody will pretend that it didn't happen
Like always.
And like always.
I will pretend too.
And that pretend.
Will turn into reality in my head.
And I'll be living a lie.
Ah, my head hurts.
I'm tired. I feel sick.
I shouldn't be complaining.
Nobody will understand.
Am I making another excuse?
I can't be sure of anything these past couple of years.
Yeah, this is another excuse.
Ah, I'm terrible. Making excuses like that.
My mother tried to make me feel better.
It didn't really work.
Ah, I'm such a bad kid, huh?
My chest burns.
I feel so much hate.
About everything.
And yet, I feel like laughing.
At everything.
It all seems really funny.
Like I've always said.
Smiling makes everything better.
He blames me for everything.
Yes, I've changed, I'll admit that.
But I've had enough.
I'll take the blame. I always have, haven't I?
I'm beginning to hate you.
I'm beginning to hate you. So. Much
Are you happy now?
You seen me cry so many times now.
You know I hate crying.
You never listen.
You're so selfish.
I was just being a typical teenager.
I was just trying to explain how I feel.
But you shoved everything back in my face.
You don't want to face reality.
You took it all out on me instead.
But, maybe it is really my fault.
Maybe I should have been more respectful.
Maybe, telling you how I feel is not the way you want it to be
Maybe you want me to pretend.
Just so you can feel better.
Yeah. It's my fault.
I should hate myself.
I should disappear.
Because I'm not like your other kids.
I'm not good at anything worth wild.
I'm an idiot.
A big, ugly, idiot.
But, I have no choice but to continue being "Daddy's Little Girl"
One day, life will go back to "normal"
And everybody will pretend that it didn't happen
Like always.
And like always.
I will pretend too.
And that pretend.
Will turn into reality in my head.
And I'll be living a lie.
Ah, my head hurts.
I'm tired. I feel sick.
I shouldn't be complaining.
Nobody will understand.
Am I making another excuse?
I can't be sure of anything these past couple of years.
Yeah, this is another excuse.
Ah, I'm terrible. Making excuses like that.
My mother tried to make me feel better.
It didn't really work.
Ah, I'm such a bad kid, huh?
My chest burns.
I feel so much hate.
About everything.
And yet, I feel like laughing.
At everything.
It all seems really funny.
Like I've always said.
Smiling makes everything better.