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Where Were You? When The Door Was Closed
You forgot about me, don't you lie
Turned your eyes away from me
You couldn't believe me when I spoke
Your sister, your aunt, your female relative
Couldn't do that to a child, not her
But you weren't there for me, ever
A child, innocent in life, unknown to you
You just wanted to believe in the lie
That she was a saint, that she wasn't capable
Where were you when she hurt me?
Where were you when she had the doctors up the meds?
Over and over and over, again and again and again
I was never sober, I was forced to take pills from 9 to 19
Where were you when I felt so desolate and depressed
Where were you when my life felt so worthless I tried killing myself
At the fucking age of nine! Where were you when all this shit happened?
Where were you when I was so sick of the abuse
I re-entered myself into fostercare!
With foster parents that were no better
You were not there, yet you call me family
You tell me now that you are there for me
I am still fucking dealing with the aftermath
I am constantly breaking down from the memories
From the pain, the fear, the anxiety of being
That woman's living punching bag
And when I started fighting back where were you?
Where were you when you were needed?
You were sipping alcohol, going to your fucking job
Spoiling your children, forgetting me
I was never important so do not fucking lie
I am broken not a fucking idiot
Turned your eyes away from me
You couldn't believe me when I spoke
Your sister, your aunt, your female relative
Couldn't do that to a child, not her
But you weren't there for me, ever
A child, innocent in life, unknown to you
You just wanted to believe in the lie
That she was a saint, that she wasn't capable
Where were you when she hurt me?
Where were you when she had the doctors up the meds?
Over and over and over, again and again and again
I was never sober, I was forced to take pills from 9 to 19
Where were you when I felt so desolate and depressed
Where were you when my life felt so worthless I tried killing myself
At the fucking age of nine! Where were you when all this shit happened?
Where were you when I was so sick of the abuse
I re-entered myself into fostercare!
With foster parents that were no better
You were not there, yet you call me family
You tell me now that you are there for me
I am still fucking dealing with the aftermath
I am constantly breaking down from the memories
From the pain, the fear, the anxiety of being
That woman's living punching bag
And when I started fighting back where were you?
Where were you when you were needed?
You were sipping alcohol, going to your fucking job
Spoiling your children, forgetting me
I was never important so do not fucking lie
I am broken not a fucking idiot
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