My name is Misty, I am three
my eyes are swellen, I can not see.
I musn't be bad, that lesson I've learned,
for I am punished with cigerette burns.
I must do right, I cannot do wrong.
Or I'll be locked up all week long.
When I'm awake, I am alone,
my house is dark, my folks aren't home.
Deep down inside I feel so sad,
because I'm hated by my dad.
I'm really just an expensive joke,
no more money, no more speed or coke.
I'm an accident, yeah that's the word,
time after time, that's the phrase I heard.
Be quiet now, I've heard a car,
my dad is home from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him cuss, my name he calls,
I squeeze myself up against the wall.
Oh God it's too late!
Oh Dear Lord! Let it end!
My name is Misty, I was three,
last night my father murdered me.

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