I sit there waiting,
Mommy comes home drunk again.
I smile, she unlocks the door,
but doesn't let me in.
All my life,
Never been good enough.
I've had to be tough.
I carry myself so well,
Inside dealing with my own hell.
Cold, cold night it was,
Standing outside waiting to be let in.
He hits her again.
She runs to church to confess her sin.
She's dealt with these men all her life,
Gotten so used that she doesn't even cry.
My goal in life is not to become like her,
To let people in,
and never to lock the door.
