I wish I could forget
Her shivering with fear
Sobbing on my blanket
I wish I could forget
Him asking me so nicely to
Go to the kitchen and get
Daddy a big knife
"You sick twisted fuck"
I wish I could forget
My king standing there
With knife in hand
Grabing her with the other
I wish I could forget
Me all but the age of 4
Screaming and stomping
Daddy no, no, no
Daddy no, don't hit mommy
As I get knocked across the room
I guess I should be glad
That I can't forget
Because I will never be an alcoholic
I will never be a drug abuser
I will never be with a bum not
Taking care of his family
I guess I should be glad
That I can't forget
Because I know that I will
Never be in that closet
Thanks Daddy
Now you have the life you have earned and deserve......alone
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