The day i met you...

There was no one on line to talk too,i was about to turn in
Walking in stumbling,i knew he'd been drinking again
He mumbled incoherently,so i just looked ahead.
He was being an ass*hole as always,
saying he wished that i was dead.

He'd had to much to drink,way more than just a sip.
He gave me a hard backhand,then i tasted the blood on my lip.
What had i ever done,why did he hate me so.
My step father was insane,and i had to face him alone.

He'd been this way since i met him,for as long as i could remember.
Since the day i turned 3 years old,on that cold day in december.
Sometimes i regret that he leaves me alive.
I wish he'd beat me down an just let me die.

But no matter what he can only make me bleed.
God will judge him someday,an then hes going to see.
That everytime he'd hit me down
I came up ready for another round

All the years of pain he put me through,
i completley forgot the day i met you...

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