When I imagined you, I pictured a king
Kept from his family by an evil witching
I imagined you fighting to keep me
Brandishing your sword to fight the enemy
I thought you'd be remorseful for making us believe
You didn't want us, we were nothing
But then again, I never believed in fairy tale stories
I remember when we met, I always took your side
I thought the best of you, but you have a black mind
The only logical explanation for you
Was that I wasn't good enough, which is true
Will I ever be good enough?
Will we ever be enough for you to love?
Will we ever be enough for you to love?
When you left us, I was a baby
I grew up thinking it was my fault, you made me
Feel guilty for something I had no say in
And I mean, I'm just saying
How I felt as you never wrote, never called
Never thought anything of it, you watched me fall
You watched us suffer, through all of the pain
And you said nothing to stop what we became
Your children have been broken, whether you know it or not
I, for one, have witnessed enough
You leaving made me feel I was unworthy
No matter what I did, no one could love me
You didn't even leave a picture to remember you by
I have no evidence of you holding me while I cried
I have no evidence of you holding me while I cried
Did you cry when I wanted to die?
Did you feel any pain as we grew up without you?
Did you feel anything?
Did you feel any pain as we grew up without you?
Did you feel anything?
I don't know where you've been all these years
When you should have been there to wipe our tears
When we had our first heartbreaks and had no threats
When we fell through the floors and had no one to protect us
I don't know how you could cope
Knowing you were killing all of our hope
In our father, our sperm donor, our dad
And my imaginary you is the best you I had
Because he fought for us, he loved us, and he actually cares
But I can fight for myself, you see, because you were never there
I can fend for myself, get what I need,
I know I'm not enough for you, and I never will be
Go back to being perfect, beautiful, in my head
Because right here, right now, the real you is dead.
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