Daddy loves you in more then way

Back than you felt save in his arms
holding ever so tightly he'd let you squeeze lightly
Disappeared for a while and you know its his fault
In these dark places you cant see
sreaming "have you forgot me"

Now theres something more than the scars that he leaves
marks trapped tight upon your skin
He says its a game and that its just for pretend
When did it become reality-his hands under your sheets
and when he's done he puts you away nice and neat

Or is it your fault you just cant resist
He's a man of his word,sweet talker- he's the best
Does he know that you're plexi glass
and his jigsaw is shredding you into tiny pieces
This will keep you up at night
because you believe him when he says
" This is the last time"
Those empty words like a broken record
you replay again in your mind

You feel it like word vomit but you don't want to explain
Daddy loves you in more than one way
Talking about it or not talking about it is all the same
because you've been on your knees before
Let the roses grow in your month
you hate him now but he loves you more
swallow don't spit it out

The door is always open but you don't want to escape
you had so many chances but now its too late
Nothing but the lack of hope in your eyes
so are you just going to take this treatment lying down
you're prepared for it all it comes as no surprise
and when its all over the world feels so empty

tired of trying to untighten the leash around your neck
invisible tears appear with no regret
trying to remember when daddys little girl became
daddys personal pet
Does it hurt to laugh does in hurt to smile
the kids at school look at you like its writen all over your face
to them it would seem like you've done it all and gone the extra mile

Do you let go of yourself when you hear him call your name
Just forget it ever happened, it never happened
but a mental picture like a porno is playing in your brain
on the corner of his bed the memory's come as more than deja vu
because you know it really happened
all the things he's said and done to you

in the morning a familiar voice wakes you up
whispers " this is going to be a secret between me and you"
but you never have any say when its through, but you try to push your luck
late night you wander the parkway thinking any place is better than home
eager feet stumbling for a save place
and the cold breeze against your face reminds you that you're alone

your life remains still but you're the only thing bending
why has there been no shame for the man who never promised you the world
only if every story had a happy ending
now your worrying- why couldn't you just be a normal little girl