Narcissistic out of fear. nBut you do love what you see in the mirror. nWell the glass might as well be your red death. nThe fake smile you wear calling in your soul theft. nStab your heart with your pen. nBleeding away the guilt when,n you realize you're your father's daughter. nSelf hatred out of pain. nBut you know inside that you'll never change. nWell your family might as well be your downfall. nThey make a point of avoiding, ignoring, all your phone calls. nBut they would never desert you, nyou're your father's daughter. Depression out of being lonely. nBut my lover, oh he lied to me. nWell his laughter might as well be my demise. nThey hate you, can't you see it in their eyes? nThrow your pen against the wall. nBecause you're your father's daughter.