These California dreams of simplicity, of leisure life and leisure love have brought you down. You dream, you live in reverie. And grasp for what he’ll never be, the one to fill an endless void, your father never could. He shapes, he molds, he deconstructs, a crippled mind and guarded heart. You need to be okay alone, to spread your wings and soar. Wounded girl what happened to you? How far did you fall? Was it the lack of love or bad blood? Let go of what they said to you. Let go of what they did to you. They don’t control, they cannot mold you into their ill contrived child. They will not love you, they won’t stand by you. They don’t define you, they can’t confine you.