I hear him yelling
he probally came home drunk
the words he says are meaningless
and he calls me a punk
I stay out late
and still he is not home
i see his car drive by
but he is not alone
My mother is sleeping
without knowing this is on
she is blinded by his force
and doesnt realize that he's gone
The door slams
he screams out my name
Whatever my brother did
i take all the blame
His fist comes towards me
and leaves just one scar
He hides in depression
but he's gone to far
When he comes home
i wont be there
Maybe he'll realize
he wasnt being fair
But thats not the point
Fathers are supposed love
But the only father i have
is the one up above
My depression is to great
to save my life
Its all my fathers fault
that i have this knife
Blood surrounds the room
i lose the color from my face
when the finde me
i wont be in this place
Because he hit me
that was my last year
Because he hit me
i no longe had any fear

 
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