Daughter

Girl makes plans and the gods laugh at it I used to think we're whole Unaware of your mess Unaware of your emptiness Now we tiptoe through the shards left of our home I get cold when you let go Should've known it was your fault But I shouldered your baggage Like I always do Like you raised me to do Corrupted veil over my waters I blame your cryptic morals Bad seed of a daughter I won't speak if you're liquored up My feet are bloody from the shards left of our home I learned my lesson when I left you all alone I should have known that it's your fault But I was born the first First