I wait for the postman to bring me a letter

I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better

And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

A family in crisis that only grows older

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I am broken but I am hoping

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I am crying, a part of me is dying and

These are, these are

The confessions of a broken heart

And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater

I dream of another you

The one who would never (never)

Leave me alone to pick up the pieces

A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed

So why’d you have to go

Why’d you have to go

Why’d you have to go!!

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I don’t know you, but I still want to

Daughter to father, daughter to father

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me

Cause these are, these are

The confessions of a broken heart

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I don’t know you, but I still want to

Daughter to father, daughter to father

Tell me the truth...

Did you ever love me!!!?

Did you ever love me?

These are....
The confessions...of a broken heart

Ohhh....yeah

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter..



So here I am again, all bleary eyed and small, fighting the ever growing insanity that's flows in my veins. The longing and heart ache.  It sounds so trivial, so simple, so mundane but I just want a heart that isn't broken. 

Why can't I just accept that my mother will never be able to give me what I need(ed) and that I will have to find ways in which I can soothe my own self.  The thing is, once I get to this point in the thought process I get fucking frustrated.  WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE ONE? Why should I have to do that, isn't that what her job is?