even though i've made my peace
even though i've wholly forgiven you
even though i wish i could have protected you as a little boy
i still wonder if you think of me in the hours, days, weeks and months that pass between phone calls
i still wonder if you think to call me, but don't know how to say you're not good at this
after all this time, i still wonder if one day it will be different
this is a different type of daddy's girl
- you made me tough, but i'm still soft