Crystal

Her name was crystal,
Her last name was meth.
My father's women of choice

Like most women she was just there to give him pleasure she has no voice.

When his body starts to acke he goes running back.
To much of her will cause a
Heart attack.

One shot and his world is bliss.
Every things happy, and warm
But in reality,
His home is broken, torn.

His wife fears the man he is,
He's like her father use to be.
So she keeps quiet, does as he says,
No fighting..

He has a daughter,
You see, him and crystal made her
That's how she got here.
A product of a bad situation.

The little girl never asked for this.
She watched in silence .
She watched it all..
The drugs, mayhem, the violence.

she grew up being told
There are some things you just don't talk about.

1. When you hear him yelling hide
2. If he tells you to undress you must abide.
3. If he calls you by your mother's name.. Remember you're in the wrong for letting it happen.

She grew up always hiding.
She grew up being called
"The good child" when all she did was stay silent.

She was never home.
She never felt like she had one.

Crystal always told her
That she could take the father away.
Crystal always told her
It doesn't have to be this way

He loves her more.
If I stayed there.
I'd be the drug dealers whore.