You were the one who brought me to this strange and despair-filled world.
But then you went and left me, and that's when this plan unfurled.
I got in the way of your business, so you decided to teach me.
And now I live with painful reminders that I do not allow others to see.

You left me when I was a young girl-- I'd say I was in middle school at most.
They were planning their twisted game, and you would be the host.
You had no clue that what you were preventing was in that very class.
They had a plan to take you out, and I just let it pass.

I wasn't upset when I got the news-- in fact, I didn't care.
You had been reduced to nothing to me, since you were never there.
There was a time I called you "father", but that's in the past now.
My friends falling for your tricks again is something I will not allow.

I'm slowly forgetting everything about my past and who you were.
The daughter that you had is gone-- I've changed; I am not her.
Not even my detective skills can tell me this, it's true.
This figure I see in my memories... Just who are you?