Apr 02, 2005 20:10
Daddy's Little Reject
Just another breath, a waste of space.
They say times heals wounds but it
cant erase,the things you've done
and words you've said. There starting to affect
the thoughts in my head.
I'm never good enough no matter what i do.
I try so damn hard just to impress you,
but I've given up now,
and there is no turning back.
I'll just have to accept....
I'm daddy's little reject.
-me, myself, and I