well you know what I don't care.
I don't care, that really, you loved her more!
that you left me. That you walked out
long before I was even crawling.
I don't care that you made me watch you,
both of you fighting like cat and dog
That at the age of four you cut me out.
Twelve years too late is what you are!
I was never going to be a daddy's girl.
I certainly am not starting now!
Do you realise what you did to me,
how I still suffer now, how I trust no one ?
and no it's not just your fault.
Yes I should be stronger than that. Than you.
So now I finally might just take that leap.
I actually am, I've found someone.
He's perfect, you don't think so though do you?
No you judge him on how he looks.
Not who he is. Well I apologise,
most sincerely but now is too late
to walk right in and dictate.
If you'd have grown a pair
years ago, left that horrible bitch
I might have considered what you say.
God forbid that I'd have had the same
prejudices, he could be blue with green
polka dots for all I care, as long as he was... him.
But you have to make it an issue.
Have to make me feel small
and worthless once again
just like when I was younger you are leaving me ...
Well now I decide and it turns out
I don't choose you ! I choose him!
so sod off. Take a hike. I don't need you.
especially if you don't want to care !
I'm sick of fighting for love of one man.
I've already got a man who does that.
So here's a news flash an insight into my life,
You are Twelve years too late!
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