She's beem here so many times
Before she can't remember
When she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She states intently at the door,
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what's in store
And the knowing makes it worse
When he calls her daddy's little girl,
She doesn't keep him
And when he crushed her
She can't feel her screems are silent
Hides in the corner of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind
Escapes inside her dreams
Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father's head
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end
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