She used to stand with a knife in her hand
At the foot of his bed
She wanted him dead
For what he stole from her when she was only 10
Now it's 4 years later and it happens much too often
Her bed he visits when he's [bad word] And it feels more like a coffin
And if she gouged out of his [bad word]  eyes
Would it help him see all the pain
The shame
And the [bad word]  misery
She hates this [bad word]  world
She's daddy's little girl
Now she's a wreck
We can't connect
I don't know what she's feelin'
She concealed their little secret
But it's more than her body he's stealing
I wanted to die the day she cried in my arms
When she broke down now she flinches when I touch
Her and she don't want me around