life ig

Broken down by the one
wanting to die by the gun  
he was there when love was not  
I guess he just forgot  
he brought pain and thought I was this person that Im not  
he tried to break me down one by one  
battle wasn't over  
the war wasn't won  
he thought by breaking bones and a nose  
that I would close my soul  
he wanted screams and cries at night  
he wanted me to die of fright  
he thought I was a pain in the ass  
if only he knew that I was smoking that gas  
he wanted me to be pretty and perfect  
little ol daughter happy and nice  
made of sugar and spice  
little did he know that people felt like mice  
he used to hold me when I cried  
but he made me dead inside  
he broke my mind, my soul, my heart  
he took that throne upon start  
called himself "father" he was that in my eyes  
then one year he told me to die  
handed me a knife said
I was nothing  
nothing at all  
not his daughter  
I felt so small  
he pushed and he pushed  
I never shoved  
till one night I gave up  
I sliced and sliced  
wrist turned red  
I am almost dead  
I come to my senses and patch it up  
time is speeding by in a whirl  
I watch it go by like a merry-go-round  
losing hope then he tells me to get out