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You're alone in your bedroom
Hiding from the world, staring at the ceiling
Mother said "he'll be home soon"
But he never was, and you knew how she was feeling
You always let him down; "you'd never be like him"
He'd always break you, never let you win
No matter what you said, he'd always disagree
You swore that one day you would be...
Better than him... one day you'd win...
One day you'd win
You're hiding out in the cellar
Aching and ashamed, covering up the bruises
And then he would tell her
How you tripped and hurt your head, how you'd always be
a loser
You always let him down; "you'd never be like him"
He'd always break you, never let you win
No matter what you said, he'd always disagree
You swore that one day you would be...
Better than him... one day you'd win...
One day you'd win
You're all alone in your bedroom
How could you learn to care, when nobody cares for you
Mother said he'd be home soon
But he never came, as for me... he didn't have to...
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Day six: Childhood
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