Scared and hurt, feeling like that vulnerable girl again,
Nostalgic is all this fear that somehow I must contain.
My tongue goes mute as he begins the abuse,
The 'power' that he holds he chooses to misuse.
I can't breathe, I can't talk, his death stare pierces through my soul.
I look into his eyes and all I see is darkness,
It's all too familiar maybe he's just heartless.
I grab a glimpse and I see that you don't love me as your daughter,
Wait a minute I recognise.. Satan, is that you in my father?
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