I looked up to you
thinking it was cool
knowing one day I would be in your shoes
until you changed the rules
when exactly did you become so cruel?
but i guess you kept dropping clues
one day was good, amd the next the blues
all the lies, empty promises and boo hoos
and to think I wasted so many tissues
crying over nothing new,
just the same old same old mistreatment and abuse
now when I look at you
I think of a broken muse
all old, wrinkled, desperate and too used
to be useful anymore except a sorry few
like me, your daughter, who
gave you a reason to be happy,
but when its all said and done i guess it
was just a ruse
