Daddy stuck around
But my mommy ran
Though my daddy was much worse
My mom was pretty bad
So I hide in the closet
Or maybe under the bed
Holding all the books I could bring
And while I cried I read.
I read about families
Who were as happy as could be
With parents who loved their kids
As much as mine hated me.
I heard my daddy screaming
You brat you should be dead!
I knew he wouldn't kill me
Who would he have to beat up then?
So I came out of my hiding place
And stood at the top of the stairs
I stared right into his angry eyes
And got lost in what I saw there.
The next thing I knew
I was laying on the floor
The lights were all off
And he'd closed the door
I didn't know what he'd done
Or where he was now
All I knew is this was my chance
To get out of this house
I pulled my pants up and buttoned them
I didn't know why they were down
I opened the door a crack
And dared to peek around
I walked straight downstairs
And straight out the door
I held my head high as I walked down the street
I didn't know what I was looking for
I wandered, eating scraps for a week
I don't know who picked me up
Or where they found me
They told me I was a bad child
For running away from daddy
I looked into his cold eyes
And knew I couldn't tell
So he came and picked me up
And everyone bid me farewell.
It may be the last goodbye
That I will ever tell.
