And yet again.

"You're all mixed up. No wonder your life's a mess.."

Dad, how can I ever make you proud.?
Day in day out, I've always tried so very hard to make you proud of me.
Just a brief moment. I want you to feel like an honor being my father.
'Cause it's definitely an honor for me to be your daughter.
But each time, it gets harder and harder.
I know, maybe this is your way to show,
that you actually care about me and my life.
But why is it I feel like all I've ever been was a disappointment to you?
All I need, is a glimpse of hope, and that there's a chance
that you're gonna be proud of me..someday
I just need something to hold onto.

[And now I try hard to make it,
I just wanna make you proud.
I'm never gonna be good enough for you,
can't pretend that I'm alright.
I try not to think, about the pain I feel inside,
did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me, now seem so far away..]

I can't be as good too. As my sister. You'll see.
InsyaAllah.