Rest in pieces to my soul.
I let it go when I was just six years old.
I fell asleep with all the trust in my heart.
And woke to a monster standing in the dark.

My mama made me say my prayers.
You were drunk and passed out in your chair.
To be a hero was not who you would be.
You became my nightmare, a mental scar to me.

(I'm fine.)

I broke when I was just 18.
The doctors could not reverse what you'd done to me.
You live your life, and I'll live mine.
But I'm tired of pretending…

I'm fine.

For what it's worth I'll always hate you.
For what you did to me, I hope you drink yourself to death like I do.
I hope it feels like stab wounds.
When you finally hear me sing…

I'm fine.