Somebody's Daughter - Sophie Rose

Drive fast on my way home with tears in my eyes

Haven’t seen my mom in a long time

And I feel guilty

I know she missed me

Dad says I’m doing my best and we’ll all be okay

But I don’t know if he is these days

And I feel nauseous

Wish I could stop this

They say don’t ever meet your heroes

What if you see them every day

And start to think that they’re just people

Hiding their hurt under a cape

Gave me my heart, taught me how to love

Now I’m trying my best not to mess it up, mmm

Sometimes I wish I had a hero

Sometimes it’s hard being somebody’s daughter

There’s always something keeping me up at night

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

Sometimes it’s hard turning wine into water

Try to grow up then my roots run dry

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

It’s strange how the roles change the older you get

First they keep you safe then you’re the safety net

It’s hard to see it

But now I see it

'Cause my dad, he taught me to be strong and

I feel it being strong for him

And now my mom changes the subject

When I ask how she’s really been

Gave me my life, taught me how to live

But every time I try I start worrying, mmm

I know this isn’t what they wanted

Sometimes it’s hard being somebody’s daughter

There’s always something keeping me up at night

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

Sometimes it’s hard turning wine into water

Try to grow up then my roots run dry

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

They watched me take my first steps

And run away from home

The least that I can do now

Is just pick up the phone

And I wonder when it all ends

Then deep down I know

The most that I can lose now

Is everything, everything, hmm

Sometimes it’s hard being somebody’s daughter

There’s always something keeping me up at night

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

Sometimes it’s hard turning wine into water

Try to grow up then my roots run dry

If it ain’t my mother, then it’s my father

They’re killing me but at least they’re alive

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh