Sexy

This is true fucking BDSM, bad dad and sick mom
This is what a child lives when their life goes off like a nuclear bomb
You live in the shadows, being seen or heard means pain
They say some days are sunny, you haven't seen anything but rain

At the drop of a hat shit can always go down
Life can go quickly from being ignore to getting pound
Your teacher once said light may be the fastest thing in existence
Evidently she never saw bad dad when something goes missing

No job, got fire, it was because of something you've done
The bar cut him off, his teams never won
Sick mom finished off every intoxicant left at home
After blaming you, you're in the hospital with broken bones

In a single story dwelling, how did you fall breaking an arm and three ribs
How did the hospital send you back home with these people to live
You remember the last broken arm and how much it hurt being yanked
That was sick mom's way of teaching you to say, "thanks"

Arm reinjured taken to a different hospital, with a different lie
Neither of them worried, all questions of abuse denied
You have absolutely no idea what goes through a child's mind
3:00 am, outside on the stoop, not allowed inside

Every shadow, every sound, is a demon or potential monster
But don't make any noise or the monsters will stomp you
You curl up by the door trying to will yourself asleep
Only to have a mangy ass mutt awaken you making you weep

You so fucking scare you scream while pounding on the door
Bad dad screams, "I'm gonna fucking kill you if you knock once more
you can hear sick mom egging him on, getting all up in his head
It' gonna be a painful conclusion to this night, but at least you will get in your bed