I'm getting one of those headaches again, probably from getting beat.
I hurt so bad, these past few weeks, I couldn't even eat.
I'm getting one of those headaches again, I don't know what to do.
The pain is hurtting so bad, inside, it's splitting me in two.
I tried to make it stop before, it didn't seem to work.
All because that guy, right there, decided to be a jerk.
He pushed me down, and tossed me around, and for that I could not stand.
I grabbed a knife and thought to myself, "they'll never find this man."
I hit him where I hurt the most, in the head and heart.
I put him in the back of the car, my God it would not start.
I took him to the truck and put him in the bed.
I wish this pain I feel would just leave my head.
I drove for what seemed like days, through some brush and dried up streams.
I looked around and thought it safe, that no one would hear my screams.
I saw the clouds and prayed for rain to cover up my tracks.
I tossed the knife in with the body, it felt more like an axe.
I mixed the concreat and poored it in, so he wouldn't wash away.
Now my task was done, it had taken all that day.
Finaly I was safe, finaly I didn't worry.
Everything cruel and wrong had left with all my fury.
What he'd done could never be undone, no matter what I did.
It started when I was only ten, I was just a fucking kid.
It doesn't matter anymore 'cause now at last I'm free.
What ealse could I have done eight years a silent plea.
No one wanted to help me so I helped myself instead.
I finaly knew what had to be done to stop the pain inside my head.
I was not happy, I was not proud, I only felt relief.
He'd taken freedom, and more, from me, the dirty little thief.
But now that I was free from him and no longer was I his slave.
I would take this secret with me to the bottom of my grave.
