Today i whimper and wonder why
i sit and huddle alone to cry
i hate the fact that i don't feel good enough
i cover it up and try to act tough
although i seem to hate other people
i never even feel like an equal
my father he screams and yells
a ringing in ear sound like bells
i run away telling him to leave me alone
and i only fear his angry tone
I sit and think about the one who cares
I think him and i hope he loves me, it wouldn't be fair
He picks me up after I am battered
my heart is torn and soul is shattered
I don't understand why he cares about me
but for some reason he stays and sets me free
I look into his eyes and see the truth
in their depths i get lost and there lays the proof
the proof to admit that he will help me pick up
pick up the pieces that have fallen from my life
