I whistle a tune left and right.
I whistle the tune to those left and the might.
Where did the might go?
Where did the night go?
Who really knows what really shows.

Do you still see that kid?
No her..that one right there..all alone..so strange and hated?
Can you tell what is behind her blank and empty face?
Can you tell if she was beaten or cuts herself?
What are all those marks on her from?

Fights..left and right all the damn night, fights....they take away someone's rights.
Simple right?
No wrong!
All those times are like little prongs. They try to keep you on but then you get ripped off!

Why even try to state you have the damn title of dad when you stay so mad and can't even be glad without even threatening me?! When will you understand I hate you! Yea go ahead strip me of rights. Strip me of my life. Like you always have tried. You can forget that these little blue eyes even will look at you now! See what you have done?
Oh great are we on the run or is this your kind of fun?

She doesn't really run she ain't a nun.
She got sometin.
It surely ain't nothing.
Least she attempting.
But alas just to get shot down...another mental breakdown ahoy.
Now let's see here. Oh wait, go to hell dear! I hate you! I rather you starve and take care of yourself than someone take care of you. Hell surely not me!
Fine go. Go. Go and be whatever you want to be! You have your boyfriends you can't ray to shove down our throats.
Just like dad force it. Ha no I won't accept that! No more!
I am tired...so oh so wearily tired.
Goodbye.