not a great dad

i can't concentrate,
and this happens all the time.
every day i call you dad,
but you're rarely ever mine.

it seems like you play a role,
and i can't read the script.
i think i finally get the answer,
and then again it slipped.

how do you control me?
is it a trick of the mind?
or is it part of something bigger?
and are our stars not aligned?

will you ever be what i want?
what i so desperately need?
or will you turn me into something,
that you wanted out of greed.

i could never trust you,
and never let you go.
is it something you use against me?
cause it's something that you know?

i know i'm not a great daughter,
and i know you tried your best.
but when i grew older i realized,
you're nothing like the rest.

but there were some good tings,
and i think we can all agree.
you could've been a great dad,
you just couldn't be for me.