Misty
My name is Misty I am but three
My eyes are swolleen I cannot see
I must not be loved for I am punished by cigarette burns
I must do right I can't do wrong or else I'm locked up all day long
When I wake up I'm all alone the house is dark
my folks aren't home
Im really just an expensive joke no more no less then speed or coke
Be quiet now! I hear the car my dad is back from Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse my name he calls I squeeze myself against the wall
on my bed its too late his face is twisted into hate
I feel the pain again and again
Oh dear God please let it end
My name is Misty I am but three last night my father murdered me....
