It's always in my dreams that you slap and hit me around
It's always in my dreams that I'm a little girl again
Helping her bleeding Mom off the ground
It's only in the night that I remember being
So tiny and to just live was a huge fight
I remember crying as my great aunt washed the lashes on my back
The way the blood swirled in the clear water of the bath tub
The lashes coming from the fishing pole that had met
My flesh during your drunken attack, How it hurt...
I ran into you the other day at the store in broad day light
And no matter how big I get you will always scare me in a fundamental way
I never backed down from you and I never will, no not ever
I will always remember the bruises you left on me
We still have the scars you left, me and my family
I remember the hatred that would flow through my little body
Because my Mom wouldn't tell anybody
They like to tell me that you have changed your ways
That you're better then you were back in those days
But people like you never change that much
Because I remember your fierce anger,  your hurtful touch
I am full of hate for you, and I wish to forget every memory
But I haven't, no not yet... I wish I could
My nightmares are memories of you