Your house never was my home.
That was yesterday,
and memories donât fade away.
Thereâs a picture on the wall,
Fatherâs arms around his daughter.
She pleads, âFather, Daddy, when will you be a man?â
Be a man. A man.
When you kicked me down the stairs,
to my haven underground.
Said I wasnât worth
the dirt under your fingernails.
When you said you wanted more,
then you labeled me a whore.
And these days forget,
but nothing mutes the wound inside!
Thereâs a picture on the wall,
Fatherâs arms around his daughter.
Her eyes brim with tears,
but smile to hide the hate inside her heart.
Thereâs a picture on the wall,
Daddyâs arms around his Princess.
She pleads, âDaddy, go away!â
Away, away.
Dearest, Daddyâs gone away.
Take me away!
Thereâs a picture on the floor,
broken glass shards in my toes.
My blood stains the carpet,
my bloodstainâs a memory.
Thereâs a picture on the floor,
broken glass rings through my soul,
Dad, these scars wonât fade away!