all these years you lied to me.
Told me it had all been a bad dream.
But it was real,
and you say I'm the bad one.

How could you look into the eyes of a 5 year old girl,
andknock her to the ground,
tell her she was wrong,
because she was born?
You said I was the bad one.

You hit him hard.
You were yelling loud.
But still he wouldnt say he loved you.
Eventually he screamed it,
but there was hate in his eyes.
You said he was wrong.

Now he can destroy you,
you wont lay a hand on him
I know he'll protect me from you.
he told me the truth.
your wrong.
Im not the bad one,
you are.