You come home drunk,
I'm fearing of you,
while trying not to be afraid of myself,
I can't run,
or you'll hit me,
you always cut me with your words,
you shoot me with your lies,
and kill me with your hatred,
and you bitter lies,
I'm trying to be a good little daughter,
that you wish I could be,
but instead,
I'm known as,
Satan's daughter,
these words come out,
to try to tell you how I feel,
all that comes out is my own self esteem,
telling that it hates me because of you,
I try to rise,
but I fall,
because the things that you say,
so leave me alone, everything that you say, makes me want to bleed on the oust side and and just lay here and die
