I don't cry for the father you became
but for the father you used to be,
You did the damage and I took the blame,
For all the things that they did not see.
It's amazing what happens behind a closed door
and the stories that room could tell,
An 8 year old child, face down on the floor,
Forced to endure, she still goes to hell.
The world is unfair if you choose to fight
and make it through the next day,
The naive glaces that say 'It's alright'
and it is if the pain goes away.
But now it's all over and I did not tell
but I also gained strength from the pain,
I'm stronger now that I've lived through the hell
but tell me, what did you gain?
but for the father you used to be,
You did the damage and I took the blame,
For all the things that they did not see.
It's amazing what happens behind a closed door
and the stories that room could tell,
An 8 year old child, face down on the floor,
Forced to endure, she still goes to hell.
The world is unfair if you choose to fight
and make it through the next day,
The naive glaces that say 'It's alright'
and it is if the pain goes away.
But now it's all over and I did not tell
but I also gained strength from the pain,
I'm stronger now that I've lived through the hell
but tell me, what did you gain?
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