It started at a young age The spotlight was on me I had to take center stage My Dad, the whole audience Making him proud of me It is focus of every performance
Through the twirls and splits Taking cues from my Dad Even though I needed to call it quits There was no manual on how to dance I was a special performer My Dad isn't ''the guy of many chances''
His perfection is ugly It made me so bitter His words are not so snuggly I didn't wear the pink tutu Your still my Dad tho I love you
Your expectations of me, are high Trying isn't good enough for you Do you care that I would cry? This is not dance, get out of my way I don't think you understand This is my life, my life is not ballet
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