Johnny childhood
Laying cold and torn on the floor
You walk out slamming my bedroom door
You punch me again and again my life is
Broken and at a end
You hit me and shook me so hard
that's why I am so scared
Your punch bag is my face
In my mouth is a horrible taste
Tears running down my face more
Hurtful secret hiding place
You make me feel I should die
In front of you I don't cry
I am cold and trembling inside
The Curtis's and the lot are my place tohide
You said every thing I do is wrong
I don't feel strong