Alyssa Grace - Bloodstream

Soon you'll open up your eyes, and it'll all be gone one day
And I'm sitting here convincing you to pick up the phone and call
I am my father's daughter, but I'm nothing like him at all
I hear him in the way I speak, and when I look in the mirror
The anger's grown in me and shows, could it be any clearer?
That I'm like him 'cause he made me the way I am
When we're fighting, and all I need is somebody