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 🌸