Every time i see your picture
every time i talk to you...

Daddy came home,
so drunk and mean...

I sit and think about you
as i start to cry...

There's a lonely girl sitting in the corner,
all alone away from the world...

They said your comeing,
please god, don't let it be true...

They always wonder
why i write what i write...

As the clouds cover the sun,
a young girl's tale has just begun...

The sparkle in her eyes,
tells you that she cares...

The thought of you,
brings back tears...

Did you ever stop to think about her feelings,
how you just might have ripped her apart...

Have you ever stopped and listen
to those old broken records...

Cuts up and down my arms
to show only more pain...