I hated that feeling when I walked in,
With all the stares at the bruises on my skin.
There's no question it's your hand,
You did it yourself, do you feel like a man?
What hurts the most is you're supposed to be the first guy,
To **** the demons I made up in my mind.
But you became the demon, the monster in my closet.
What you did to me, I haven't forgotten it.
No more scratches, no more scars, no more bruises on my arms.
No more anger, no more tears,
All because "Daddy" is no longer here.