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[Agony] You're alone in your bedroom |
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Hiding from the world, staring at the ceiling |
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[Me] Mother said 'he'll be home soon' |
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But he never was, and I knew how she was feeling |
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[Fear] You always let him down; 'you'd never be like him' |
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He'd always break you, never let you win |
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No matter what you said, he'd always disagree |
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You swore that one day you would be |
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better than him...one day you'd win |
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[Agony] You're hiding out in the cellar |
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Aching and ashamed, covering up the bruises |
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[Me] And then he would tell her |
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How I tripped and hurt my head, how I'd always be a loser |
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[Fear] You always let him down; 'you'd never be like him' |
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He'd always break you, never let you win |
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No matter what you said, he'd always disagree |
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You swore that one day you would be |
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better than him...one day you'd win |
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[Agony] You're all alone in your bedroom |
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How could you learn to care, when nobody cares for you |
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[Me] Mother said he'd be home soon |
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But he never came, as for me...he didn't have to... |