I reach for another bottle, To drown away the pain
Of all the countless days, My dad drove me insane
One mouthful for the words, That rolled off your tongue
Did you even care, Dad? Was the abuse just for fun?
Another for the laughing, You did right in my face
Even after all I have tried, You still stare with disgrace
I'll swallow one more for the tears, You ignorantly made me dry
Because every hit you planted; Would hurt the more I'd cry
I'm almost half way through, Yet my story still incomplete,
As I remember all the nights, You would knock me to my feet
The bottle now is empty, Like my dying-selfish heart I just wish you could have smiled,
Instead of ripping me apart.
Your car is driving in - Now the slamming of the door
You yell out to go to sleep - Your suitcase drops to the floor
So again Dad, I will hide, And let you have your way
I will listen and love you always, Until my
dying day.