They say time heals,
but I'm the one who 
knows how you made me feel.
I remember when you would come
home drunk and beat
on my mother,
and I want to let you know
you are nolonger my father.

I remember the busted glass 
and the blood shed,
but to me you are dead.
It's crazy how you think
you have a father who loves you,
and they turn around
and abuse you.

You didn't only abuse me
physically,
you abused me mentally.
I can't possibly
find it in my heart 
to forgive a man 
who cares nothing about his own son,
but this is what you
get for getting drunk.

I was just a child,
and I was forced to grow
up so fast,
I don't want to remember,
but I still see the 
haunting images of the past.

Why did it have to turn out this way?
Why did you have to make me so afraid?

Every night I would pray,
just to see one happy day,
but it would always end up the same.
I'll remember my unhappy days,
but now I'm ok.