Don't let them see
Don't let them hear you cry
I know pain is the only thing you can feel inside
Flashbacks replaying nonstop in the back of your mind
"Mommy, Daddy, where are you?"
Empty bottles lying across the floor
The smell of whiskey residues
But what for?
A flood of blood on the stud
A cry for help beings to roar
"She's gone!" he cried; "What have you done?"
She will never be restored.