As I'm cleaning the house
i hear a truck
i pray its not you
but I'm out of luck
you slam the door
you kick your shoes
you yell my name
one game i will lose
you ask why
the house isn't clean
i cleaned all day
why is he so mean
you grab my neck
and throw me around
you say you don't ask much
then i fall to the ground
i try not to cry
but i just cant help it
you always do this
you always throw a fit
i seem to be
your punching bag
you yell and scream
you moan and nag
you beat me up
all hours of the night
you rape me and beat me
a battle i always fight
but its been so long
and i feel numb
a depression sweeping over me
this is what I've become
I'm losing my hair
since you always pull it out
my hearing almost gone
since you feel the need to shout
my mom wont talk to me
until i leave you
something i dream of
something i need to do
what did i do
to deserve so much pain
theres no more sunshine
theres only rain
one day you will see
i wont be here
one day you will see
you i no longer fear
until that day
i will receive these hits
until that day
i will be on the wrong side of those fists.
