Daughter

I've always been told
That the pen is mightier than the sword
But at the same time
Actions speak louder than words

These are the things written about your daughter
All the wise ones say the same old stuff
The words won't get colder or hotter
They don't mean anything
Or at least not enough

Does the praise do anything except build the pressure?
When she falls, the words slip away, and nothing can catch her
The nice words
The harsh words
Balance out
Well, hey, it's a cold world

Do you know how your daughter feels?

I've always been told
"Honey, you're gonna go places"
But at the same time
I stare into disapproving faces

These are the things gossiped about your daughter
She doesn't care
If they get colder or hotter
It's all just petty drama
They don't mean anything
Or at least not enough

Does the praise do anything except build the pressure?
When she falls, the words slip away, and nothing can catch her
The nice words
The harsh words
Balance out
Well, hey, it's a cold world

Do you know how your daughter feels?

'Cause that is all that matters
Not the lies or the rumors or love
Just what's beneath
The surface

I've always been told
I am the beautiful daughter
But at the same time
I've never felt beautiful ever
And maybe I'll just run away
From all of my problems
'Cause crying just makes me feel emptier
And who really wants pain when you've got "love"?

These are the things said about your daughter
Straight from your daughter's heart
Let's hope they get hotter
And unless you're your daughter today
They won't mean anything
Or at least not enough