Now, when I was a child,
it wasn't easy to find a smile.
To me, it seemed no matter where,
to no one, could my soul, I bare.
That as my daddy, I thought you would love me,
I guess you thought that wasn't how it was suppose to be.
If what you did to me, with me, you thought was right,
then on what you did, why didn't you shine a spotlight.
Oh how, you work to make me,
oh how, you try to get me to believe.
That what you did do,
was good for me, for you.
You tell me,
that what people will see.
That I was to blame,
for that sick game.
Now no respect, have to me you ever shown,
that it should be forgotten, now that I am grown.
That it is something that shouldn't be talked about,
that it never meant nothing when no I did shout.
Now, daddy you said that it wasn't wrong,
that to you my body did belong.
So, now why should about the past, I worry
for I will never hear you say you are sorry
