I'm not like them, but I can pretend

Far away in the distance a child is crying
for her father, his memory in her is dying
No more laughter, kisses, or hugs
She runs away from him as if his hands were bugs
She wants him to love her and be proud
But his bottle is the only thing he loves now
Fist fights, screaming "You ungrateful little whore!"
Are the words she hears as she is thrown to the floor
"Mommy can't know, you better not tell"
She is stuck forever in this tormented hell
Hearing her screams of anguish and fear
Feeling her pain and tasting her tears
They are getting closer, her panic I sense
He is her daddy, she has no defense
These scenes of violence whizzing through my head
I see his face and just wish he was dead
Her panic is now mine, her anguish and fear
Her pain is mine too, and so are her tears
Her world is mine, we are both stuck in hell
"Don't worry daddy, i'll never tell"
The fight is over, the screaming is done
Back to the bottle, the bastard has won
Now it's all over and this memory is dying
I am the child forever crying