Feeling persecuted, my Achilles heel breaks open
And I'm flooded with emotion
I feel as if I've been sliced open
And healing this will take more than potion

When I was a child, at the hands of my mother
She took the swipes that lead to this feeling
She was the first to persecute
To make the pain lasting
To dig deeper and deeper, jamming like a brute
As I squirmed and begged for mercy
Said I was sorry a million times for nothing

And today when it feels the same
Back comes all that pain
A wellspring
My blood drains out
And I'm in a pool of emotion
and can't get out