Daddy came home,
so drunk and mean,
started to slap
guess wat?
me
i said i was sorry i didn't mean..
thats as far as i got before he got to me
mommy came home late,
saw nothing wrong,
but she didn't see the bruise on my arm
i started to run,
i started to hide,
i loved my daddy,
so i lied
i just said that i fell down,
only me, god, and daddy knew,
that was unfound
i went to bed that one bad night,
and never woke up,
cause of one big fight
