All my life you've told me
that I've never made an effort
What do you call this?
I went off on my own
What do you do?
Critize me for being gone
I can't do this anymore
You tell me that you love me
and that you want to work things out
Yet when I try to do just that
You tell me not to contact you
Thats just childish
I'm your daughter
I'm making the effort
What more do you want?