Not my father's daughter

The mirror is not me

A turned around perception

And you don’t tell me what you see

When you look me in the eyes

I have to realize

That what you see is the past

And no one denies

That I had my faults

But this is not the past

And my lies were not the end game

That time did not last

I am not my father’s daughter

I am turned into a negative

By you pointing the finger

But I am not made a photograph

When you try to print your wrongs

So this is the carbon copy

Really, a search for hidden meanings

You forgot you’re talking to me

And I’m not my father’s daughter