As I stand here all alone,
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shoulders shudder in my cold.
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Hid my bruises, hid my secrets
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in my heart for too long.
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Well, I¡¯m standing on my own.
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Your house never was my home.
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That was yesterday,
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and memories don¡¯t fade away.
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There¡¯s a picture on the wall,
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Father¡¯s arms around his daughter.
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She pleads, ¡°Father, Daddy, when will you be a man?¡±
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Be a man. A man.
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When you kicked me down the stairs,
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to my haven underground.
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Said I wasn¡¯t worth
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the dirt under your fingernails.
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When you said you wanted more,
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then you labeled me a whore.
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And these days forget,
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but nothing mutes the wound inside!
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There¡¯s a picture on the wall,
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Father¡¯s arms around his daughter.
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Her eyes brim with tears,
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but smile to hide the hate inside her heart.
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There¡¯s a picture on the wall,
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Daddy¡¯s arms around his Princess.
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She pleads, ¡°Daddy, go away!¡±
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Away, away, away
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Dearest, Daddy¡¯s gone away.
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Take me away!
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There¡¯s a picture on the floor,
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broken glass shards in my toes.
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My blood stains the carpet,
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my bloodstain¡¯s a memory.
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There¡¯s a picture on the floor,
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broken glass rings through my soul,
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Dad, these scars won¡¯t fade away!
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Dearest
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| One True Thing |
