Crying and disillusioned, with burdens laid heavy to bear from times that last, and abuses that last, leaving open-wound scars on the brain Daddy's little punching bag, mother’s little whore The permanence of trust ruptured stains perceptions forevermore Lies, pain - left to live in this suffering solitude, the pain of what we feel Lies, pain - left to live in this suffering solitude Pain, adjusting the self forevermore Subjecting the mind of a two-year-old to this trauma Molestation of the love offered to you, but you couldn't feel a thing