Don't you wish childhood was all that's left?

It's hard to comprehend at such a young age,
the problems with fathers and their love cage.

Rage building up, ready to blow - -
but, you don't realize, you don't know.

Like a fountain of water, with pennies about - -
the screams are just wishes being shout [ed].

His words are lies thrown around like nothing,
but his love is all you believe, you have to believe something.

And, as you grow you realize the words,
are but an armor and alcohol but swords.

They're covering his pain, but releasing all yours...
And, he doesn't realize what you're living for.

The memory of childhood, escaping each breath;
don't you wish childhood was all that's left?