She's hiding under the stairs
She only listens to the screams
Things throw the corridor
Mouth, teeth, angry faces
The same nightmare showed up again
It's true, is not a dream, she knows
The child dreams, cinderella, baby doll and
When are they gonna fight again?
Broken bottles, she's scared
Sick of it, she thought "it's not my fault"
She can't sleep at night
Child dreams, put a finger in her mouth
Praying everyday, scared of living
I don't wanna live this life
I don't wanna see them fight again