A Father's Daughter

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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