It's all about her now,
And all that she deserves.
I guess I don't mean a thing to you,
It's making my heart concur.
All you talk about is how amazing she is,
And how I could do better.
Is it me you're trying to diss,
It's tears my mind apart, watching it.
What about me? Do I mean a thing to you?
What about me? Or am I just a kid.
I love you like a daughter should,
But you love her like I am nothing.
You love her like a goddess
And me a piece of trash.
All you talk about is what she deserves,
And I just try, try so hard to be modest.
What about me? What about your daughter?
Swirls in my mind.
I guess you will just always be blind.
Sometimes I get sad, and feel so alone,
Knowing that she sits in the throne.
It used to be just us, a Bon so tight,
That no one could break...
Until she walked into our life.
I love her too, trust me were close,
But it's her that you chose.
Father and daughter, a love that should be strong.
But I guess we played the game wrong.
What about me?
Is all I ever think.
What about me...
As a tear rolls down my cheek.
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Father and daughters are supposed to have a tight tight Bon...
I guess idk
~ S💬