I think it's about an unhealthy relationship between a daughter and her father.
"Oh, Daddy, are we out of luck?" I take to say "Will we ever be happy, Daddy?"
She is constantly torn down by her father, and he tries to control her and tell her how to live her life.
Yet she desperately needs his guidance and acceptance: "If nobody could see I'd hold my hand out to be held".
She can only escape the pain by being by herself, hating herself, so he can't make her feel worse than she'll make herself feel: "in a cup of loneliness, I've found instant relief"
It's complex and there's multiple layers to it.
This song is so hard for me to listen to. I have a good relationship with my father, it's not that. It's just that the song is so filled with pain and hopelessness for the poor daughter.
On a more personal side, I struggle with self-loathing on a regular basis, because I feel that everything about me is wrong. It's like there's two parts of me, the one that weeps, curled up in the corner, just trying to survive the scathing words that the other, angry, resentful, hurt part yells at it. You could say that when I sing this song, I'm singing the words to myself. It's the abused part of me trying to cope and express itself to the abusive part of me. This is a very difficult song for me to listen to.
I think it's about an unhealthy relationship between a daughter and her father. "Oh, Daddy, are we out of luck?" I take to say "Will we ever be happy, Daddy?" She is constantly torn down by her father, and he tries to control her and tell her how to live her life. Yet she desperately needs his guidance and acceptance: "If nobody could see I'd hold my hand out to be held". She can only escape the pain by being by herself, hating herself, so he can't make her feel worse than she'll make herself feel: "in a cup of loneliness, I've found instant relief" It's complex and there's multiple layers to it. This song is so hard for me to listen to. I have a good relationship with my father, it's not that. It's just that the song is so filled with pain and hopelessness for the poor daughter. On a more personal side, I struggle with self-loathing on a regular basis, because I feel that everything about me is wrong. It's like there's two parts of me, the one that weeps, curled up in the corner, just trying to survive the scathing words that the other, angry, resentful, hurt part yells at it. You could say that when I sing this song, I'm singing the words to myself. It's the abused part of me trying to cope and express itself to the abusive part of me. This is a very difficult song for me to listen to.