When i was little got hurt i did, i was beat so i ran and hid, this is my story of when i was young, when i wished that you were hung, you beat me hard i would always cry, i thought to myself why cant i die, it meant nothing to you that i slit my wrists, eight years old thats the twist, you hit me hard i couldn't breath, there once was love that we weaved, i sat in the closet small and scared, you once told me that you cared, i once fought back but you won, you threw me at the wall i thought it was done, but it wasn't done it would never stop, then the neighbors heard and called a cop, you were locked away for a very long time, i got a new family that i called mine, again in my life i was very glad, but no matter what you always my dad.
