He's one person in the morning and another in the evening

And if it only was me he fooled

But he does the same against our daughter...

She believes in those things he tells us about a vacation together

All the pictures he shows us... And she talks with me on the bus from school

The same night he hates me, never want to see me again and want to shoot my head of

And in the dark, maybe sleeping, maybe listening

Is our daughter 

And he thinks it's all about him?
Or sometimes all because of me...

Never understanding that it's all about her...