The door is closed
The 'game'begins
The same rules
That I can't win
Mommy where are you
He's hurting me
Mommy I wish you
Could see
He's on me
His hands under my shirt
I dont feel anything
Expect the hurt
I know that I cant tell
Or he'll make my life
Hell
This game
Never seems to end
Sometimes I pretend
That I'm dead
Or real far away
Because thats
the only way
I make it through the day
The door is closed
Time To
Play
Barbara Dixion
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