Some people take my lies to heart
Others don't know where to start
They look at me and wonder
Why the look of thunder
But they weren't there when it began
Right when I was young
Timidated by my old man
I shiver at his hand
I wished I could off disappeared
But it worst than first feared
Ripped from my mother at a tender age
They left me in an angered rage
No idea with what went wrong
I just knew that I didn't belong
In this room they called my home
With a stranger they called my mum
