The clock is ticking, I don't hear a sound.
I feel alone 'cause there's no one around.
I feel the pain, it's always there.
I try not to, but how am I supposed not to care?
My heart is broken, how did it ever get this far?
You say it's my fault, but I don't recognize the persons you are.
Find someone else to blame for all your problems,
'cause your acting now has got me to the bottom.
I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter you want me to be,
I can believe it's so much easier to blame all your issues on me.
Before you criticize me, take a good look at yourself,
so you can take your stinking pride and put it on the shelf.
And the sad part is, when you'll realize all this,
it'll be too late, and you will know what you miss ...