I live in my room,
And work in my home,
A slave to my parents,
I feel cold and alone.
I still really love them,
They say they love me back,
My dad, he really shows it,
In my weekly rape attack.
I must have done wrong,
I must have done bad,
Tell me what to do,
What made you so mad.
I lay on my bed,
Tears in my eyes,
I am your daughter,
You never see cry.
I live alone in this world,
I died a no one,
Swinging in my gallows,
My life is now done.
I am now silent,
And they are not mean,
We were the perfect family,
Or so to the world it would seem.
