Steve's thoughts on his abuse

Your words of hate run thought my veins

On the inside, I hide all the pain

Every night I hope you won't come though the door

Watching for your shadows on the floor

I hear you shouting at Mom

About how you have a hood for a son

Your drunken rages I am to blame

My face is your punch bag once again

I'm the tuff hood the DJ

One day your will pay

You look into my eyes

You can't see inside I died

Keep these secrets inside tell I die

Why because Greasers don't cry