So,
you say you have a sister,
and now you have to take care of another?
That you want to live up to your father's name,
and you can't read about my pain,
and nothing's the same?
Did you forget that your father
saw his own daughter in me...
when we didn't even know
if we were supposed to be?
And I couldn't even look in my father's eyes...
because I trusted a coward's lies...
while you went about building
his incomplete legacy...
My father's head hung low
because of your discrepancy.
He saw his daughter cry for years...
and aren't you the one
who said you hated my tears?
So go on,
take your glass of whiskey and say cheers...
because you only made me
stronger than my fears.
You might have broken me
and left me for dead—
but always remember:
I am a father's daughter.
What you broke,
he built every day.
Blamed himself
for my crooked ways.
He tried to shield me
when no one was around...
and you thought
you could laugh at me
while I was on the ground?
You can run
to any corner of the world...
but my ghost will haunt you—
because I also rule the underworld.
Who do I think I am?
A Father’s Daughter.
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