"You shouldn't have been born",are the words I here everynight when he's had too much water.
And I'm starting to think I shouldn't have, but it's not my fault is it?
But still I shouldn't have.
Like Toby I wake up,clean and cook for my master,the same person I call my father.
Hoping for a blessing, living to make it through the day.
Dreams,I haven't had those for a while,what's the point of them while I'm stuck in this constant nightmare.
I shouldn't be alive,and this is my last night here.
