more of the letter…

You know, I once read somewhere, that most girls marry men that are just like their fathers.  If I have to become an old maid, I will NEVER marry a man like you.  Do you even have any concept of anyone else’s emotions?  Can’t you see what you put us through?  Or is that some kind of sadistic thrill for you.  We can only hate that which we first loved—I loved you daddy… but now I hate you.  You know what? Don’t leave, stay, whatever.  Just know that I’ll be gone in less than a year, and I don’t have to visit if I don’t want to.  One more thing before you go, there’s a song that pretty much sums up how I’m feeling right now, you should listen to it, or at least read the lyrics.  It’s a pretty powerful song, and even though the first time I heard it was during one of your “good” periods, I cried anyway, because I knew it wouldn’t be long…  Here goes.

 

“Perfect”  Simple Plan

 

Hey Dad look at me

Think back and talk to me

Did I grow up according

To plan?

Do you think I’m wasting

My time doing things I

Wanna do?

But it hurts when you

Disapprove all along

 

And now I try hard to make it

I just want to make you proud

I’m never gonna be good

Enough for you

I can’t pretend that

I’m alright

And you can’t change me

 

‘Cuz we lost it all

Nothing lasts forever

I’m sorry

I can’t be Perfect

Now it’s just too late

And we can’t go back

I’m sorry

I can’t be Perfect