As you walk trough the door and you look into her eyes you can tell.
You can tell that Daddy’s been mad
You can see it in her eyes deep inside she wants to die.
You can see the tears wealing up in her eyes.
You can tell that shes been brused.
She wants you to help her she wants you to care.
You can tell that she needs you
And you tell her that you will always be there.
