Father, hate's a pretty strong word,

nobody's told you that as a kid, did they?

No one told you hate causes tears

and tears cause hate, did they?

I sit in the backseat of our rusty car

and the words leave your mouth like you can't stop.

The tears leave my eyes, I can't stop either.

When's this going to stop, father?

You can tell me over and over

how fucking worthless I am. I'll start to believe

your hateful words, my tearful thoughts.

When's it going to stop?

The demons inside are lurking behind

and telling me it will never, ever stop.

And I'm starting to believe them too.