| She used to stand with a knife in her hand at the foot of his bed
|
| She wanted him dead for what he stole from her when she was only 10
|
| Now it’s 4 years later and it happens much too, much too often
|
| Her bed he visits when he’s drunk and it feels more like a coffin
|
| And if she gouged out of his fuckin' eyes would it help him see
|
| All the pain, the shame, and the fuckin' misery
|
| She hates this fuckin' world, she’s daddy’s little girl
|
| Now she’s a wreck, we can connect, I don’t know what she’s feelin'
|
| She concealed their little secret, but it’s more than her body he’s stealing
|
| I wanted to die the day she cried in my arms when she broke down
|
| She flinches when I touch her and she don’t want me around
|
| And if she gouged out of his fuckin' eyes would it help him see
|
| All the pain, the shame, and the fuckin' misery
|
| She hates this fuckin' world, she’s daddy’s little girl
|
| She used to stand with a knife in her hand at the foot of his bed |