Every time I go for a drive
I seem to always just go for the ride
And when ever I go over a bridge
It takes all my will power not to drive over the ridge.

All my life I have been abused
My father would hit me, leaving me bruised.
He would verbally hurt me and leave me with regret
My mother wouldn't soothe me, or tell me not to fret.

God would never answer my prayers
I had to live life without anyone who cares
I hoped that Daddy wasn't around
Just so I wouldn't have to be pushed down on the ground.

I can't take it anymore, I just want to die
I can't sit at home every night just so I can cry
So I go over the bridge one last time
And I lose that will power, as I die in time.