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Kesha

Father Daughter Dance

 

Father Daughter Dance

(album: High Road - 2020)


Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never stood a fighting chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance

There was always drama
I'm sorry I'm always so anxious
And I'm just sorry I'm fucked up
I really just don't know how to love, how to trust
I tried, but when I talk about him, I should probably cry, but
He's nothing, he's no one, a stranger

Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never stood a fighting chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance

I'm never alone, but God, I'm so lonely
Fuck up my phone, hoping it'll help me with my anxiety, but it don't
I don't even know if I wanna have kids
I don't wanna fuck 'em up the way you did
And sometimes I wonder, if I'd had a dad
Would he have protected me from all the bad shit? The bad men?
Would I even be the same person?

Somebody to help with a flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
Somebody to help with a flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
The worst part of this is I'm not even sad
How do I miss something I never had?

Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never really stood a fighting chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance

And everyone has pain up to their eyes
I'm sure that at the time you tried your best
But all of this has made me who I am
Without that father-daughter dance

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