I am my father’s daughter
He who could not father
Turned me into a daughter
Now he is the shell of a father
For how could he father if he has no daughter
See, no more am I that, I have adopted the ways of my father
Most importantly the desire to leave his daughter
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I have left and am gone
Beyond the horizon of sensibility
Past the forest of decency
I am him, behold a new me
I will be fun but I won’t last long
See, it calls upon me
The desire to flee
So don’t settle in with the idea
I’ll soon be a memory, you’ll see
He who could not father
Turned me into a daughter
Now he is the shell of a father
For how could he father if he has no daughter
See, no more am I that, I have adopted the ways of my father
Most importantly the desire to leave his daughter
….
....
....
....
I have left and am gone
Beyond the horizon of sensibility
Past the forest of decency
I am him, behold a new me
I will be fun but I won’t last long
See, it calls upon me
The desire to flee
So don’t settle in with the idea
I’ll soon be a memory, you’ll see