dear mother,
when you beat me to the ground again today,
when you crush my soul
and when you drill my skull with your shouts

won't you, dear mother,
finally do what you've always sworn to do?
won't you **** me and end it all?
won't you finally get rid of me?

you've always said i'm useless anyway.

and dear father,
when she tells you i am the one at fault,
when you talk to me about how i have to obey
and be good

don't you, dear father,
hear the trembling in my voice?
don't you see the fear in my eyes?
don't you understand?

i've never been good at talking anyway.

and if this what you gave me
if this what you gave me is family
then i want no family at all;

so today, when i run away
when i run away from you all
i'll find a new place to go
and i'll start loving myself;

for you couldn't love me anyway.