Tonight my father will come back,
I really hope he'll cut me some slack.
I've been a good girl all year long,
I'll make shure he knows ive done nothing wrong.
I hope tonight I will be spared,
But the truth is..im really scared.
Into the driveway, a car pulls in,
I know that the battle, is about to begin.
I run to my room, and hide under the bed,
Fore I know the love in him, is completely dead.
I hear the house door begin to creak,
I hold my breath, i'm to frightend to speak.
Suddenly, his voice erupts, he screams my name,
Once Again..for some random thing...im to blame.
His fists start to pound on my door,
And I see his laege shadows, casted upon the floor.
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