You're Not Very Nice

Stop pretending that you're nice

That you're easy-going. Cavalier. Free.

Because you'd talk shit about any person

who did half of this to me.

You say you've sacrificed for me

that leaving was for the best...

But I'm a big girl now. I see the truth.

Let's lay that lie to rest.

Take a seat. Let's have a chat.

There's no one else around.

Show me who you really are

when the mask cannot be found.

I chose you on purpose

when everything went to shit.

I've molded myself accordingly

just to make the pieces fit.

So, you can get to know your daughter

who might actually wanna know who you are

Guess I thought you were someone else

before traveling so far.

But I thought, "Finally! Someone who listens!"

"Finally, something nice!"

But I should've remembered that your love

always comes with a price.

Because you've never made time for me.

You still don't even try.

While I'm the one to always say, "I'm free."

Even when it's a lie.

I've dropped everything I'm doing

to answer all your calls.

Listened to every single complaint,

even when I feel like punching walls.

I tell you, "I don't mind."

"I'm always here for you."

You lie and tell me the same thing

when we both know it's not true.

When will you ever listen?

Why can't you just see?

When do I get to be taken care of?

Why are you more important than me?

Why do you get all the excuses...

and everyone else is annoying?

Why should you be put on a pedestal...

and my mother deserves destroying?

Why do you get to decide for me

How I live? Who I love? How I feel?

Why do you get to decide for me

How long I'm allowed to heal?

That's not very nice, is it?

But you think that it's okay...

What's it matter to you

If I feel like I can't take another day?

I've defended you all along

to the point it's not even funny.

Maybe one day you'll learn

wealth has nothing to do with money.

Maybe someday you'll open your eyes

just enough to see

that I deserve respect, love,

and a father who would protect me.

Maybe one day, you'll sit and think,

"You know I wasn't very nice."

Maybe by then, it will be too late

and no apology will ever suffice.

Maybe one day, you'll reach out

for a hand to hold

and maybe all that's there

is every lie you ever told.

And maybe you'll sit quietly

as the tears start to fall.

And maybe you'll realize it wasn't my fault then

That it never was at all.

Maybe finally you'll realize

all your little tricks and charms

you used only against a daughter

who never meant you any harm.

And maybe I'll still wish I was better

even though you made me feel so small.

Because you weren't very nice to me.

Hell, you were never nice at all.