Stole my childhood from me because you thought you could,
Expected to be respected because you was getting old, but I knew that you were rotten through to the soul.
Children shouldn't have to carry what I carried with me, they should be happy having fun and living care free.
Relations said nothing but a couple knew I suspect, fear of being wrong meant under the carpet it was swept.
Even now your dead your still too close to my world, thinking of what you did to me makes my stomach want to hurl.
Till now I kept your dirty little secret till now that was how it was to be, while you rot in the depths of hell I can now be me set free.
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