Why Daddy Why

I was depressed one night so I wrote this.

What to do, what to do
About all the bullshit you put me through
You yell, scream, and shout
Until I walk away and pout

All the bullcrap you say to me
Makes me want to set myself free
Why do you do it, why do you find it necessary to break me?
Well I'll fix it, when I set myself free

Will you miss me, will you care?
Or will you just look on and stare?
My life is of no value to you
So just go away, yeah you

You may be blood, but that blood runs cold
So what's the point in doing what I'm told?
I loved you daddy, but daddy dear,
You'll never give a damn about me, and that is what I fear