What’s the point?
I know you won’t listen to me
20 years of faithless misery.
You stand back and think
your doing the right thing.
So why do I lye awake at night
alone in a house of
3
Sometimes you try to comfort me,
but I can not let you in
after you’ve allowed all this sin.
Take things for granted,
maybe I do,
but I feel trapped
in a bed made for
2
Come in the door (run and hide)
never know when daddy’s outside.
You watched the words whip
my back, my heart, my pride.
Every night I thought
my soul might die.
Now once again you let him back in
and watch him crush everything
we’ve ever been.
1
cries alone in her room again tonight,
same trapped feelings of sorrow remain.
But...now she wonders whose really to blame.
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