You yell at me about everything.
Whether I did it or not.
And I'm starting to wonder,
If It's because I'm like them.
Do I remind you of your abandoned daughter,
Or of how her mother used to be?
I just want to fucking know,
'Cause I never did anything to you!
You said if I'm not going to tell the truth,
That you don't even want me in YOUR house.
So I'm going to listen,
And finally get away from you.