What exactly is this house meant to be?
the house was neer home to me
nor will it ever be
I am constantly getting your discontent with my life rubbed in my nose
I take off my shoes and you cut off my toes.
I'll never know how happy you'd be if only you could say
"my daughter the scientist and how happy she's made me"
Or maybe then you would find something else wrong with me
I am no longer your clay to be molded
Nor your little girl who needs to be scolded.
 

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