My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
His hand is strong but my face will survive
That pain is one of a kind
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
My mother has given up on him
My brother has but a look of grim
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
I rest my soul, with tears in my eye
Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to die
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
His hand is strong but my face will survive
That pain is one of a kind
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
My mother has given up on him
My brother has but a look of grim
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
I rest my soul, with tears in my eye
Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to die
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