When I was little you abused me in every way
you hurt me and didn't care because you felt no
shame.
When I was little I didn't know what you were
doing wasn't okay.
When I was little I would cry myself to sleep
I would try to hide the tears and try to hide
from the pain.
Bruises all over, no more lies to cover up
now no one to talk to because of the pain.
Finally one day I came to a crossroad
do I tell or just stay hidden beneath the covers all day?
You now are in prison, but I still feel the pain
I don't want to cry anymore because it's tearing me
down...
So for you, dear daddy, I won't shed another tear
the end
