Bruises fade;
But the pain stays the same;
Father, you make me so afraid:
I put up my guard everywhere I go;
In the early years I had to learn
How to grow up in a home
That was not my own
It hurt to see
My mother's pain;
How much she suffered
When she was with you
I would lock myself
In a room
So I would see no more
The day I hit the wall,
I stopped loving you
Bruises fade;
But the pain stays the same;
