Enough

When you make me cry does it make you feel good? Do you live for my tears my pain and my terror? Why does my misery give you pleasure? Who sits there laughing at their daughter's agony? Every time I think you're at your worst you find a way to hurt me more. So I try and I try to be better. I must have done something wrong. I finally woke up and saw the truth. I'll never be good enough never try hard enough to make you proud enough.