| He's screaming again My foot taps nervously Sweat runs down his face, while tears run down mine His eyes are filled with rage Mine are filled with fear My soul tries to flee my body but it is afraid to go, afraid to stay afraid to feel, afraid to exist The world seems to be ending time no longer matters, nothing matters except his red face, his bulging eyes his montrous mouth that spews forth stupidities like water from a faucet no thought, no logic, just words, and anger, and innocence, and pain A Demon in my Daddy's skin. |
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