When I look in the mirror, I see you.
I am my father’s daughter, tell me why
I look at you, and feel that I’m untrue.
Simply because if I were you I’d cry.

The smell of liquor stinges my senses,
Constant reminder of how I would live,
Losing all my money on these tenses
Praying every night my kids could forgive.

Could I break the cycle if I am you?
Fixing the past with what I could subdue
Or would I turn, another hue of you?
I just wish I could be a new version.

I try to learn to love you with my heart,
But I just wish we could be miles apart.