ME

I'm my father's daughter.

Whispering sweet nothings is in my nature-

somehow it makes me an interesting creature.

Giving you what you want isn't hard-

spooning at the middle of the night,

pretending there's no one else in my mind.

When the sun rises up in the sky,

I'll be gone-

without a trace left behind.

You'll say that you want to see me again,

and because I'm my father's daughter

I know what's in your head.

All the flowers inside of me are dead,

all the love I had left my body-

why bother pretend for something that is fake?

- Alex Antally 🌸