Awake in the morning
in a state of fright...

Born into this world
the hands of a drunk...

In a world of misery and twisted lies
head in his lap as he begins to cry...

The words I love you
dance from your tongue...

This world is make up
of all kinds of people...

I write a lot of things on abuse
hoping some of it will get to you...

Angry parents, loving child
beating rage, bleeds a while...

Sad look on his face
tear drop in his eye...

Searching for the where abouts, of that one love
praying that you find it, with help from above...

Born into this world of anger and hate
asking for love, but knowing it's to late...

Another night, something went wrong
Sitting at the table, he snaps...

As i sit hear and think, of the times gone by
I watch them drink, and i start to cry...