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The bruises fade from periwinkle to sickly green



Tattoos of a broken hearted little girl



You can’t imagine what my eyes have seen



I’m not that baby of teddy bear, and ribbon, and curl



Do you know how rough and hard a fist can be



Have you felt the sting of Daddy’s drunken wrath?



All you have to do is become me



Look deep into my eyes...don’t blink...follow my path



I’ll take you back to another time...another day



A dirty house that crumbled with the stench of hate



For this is where I grew up and began my way



Down the life sentence I’ve been dealt by fate



There was a monster that lived between those walls



Greasy hair hung in his eyes and his belly swelled with beer



He fucked and moaned with ecstacy...then staggered down the halls



When he finished Momma it was time to play with fear



He soiled my room with his rotted putrid heart



The anger smashed and cracked the soften clay



He molded me into a statue of frozen stoneless art



And so I learned to hide me from you that day.