My name is Chris, I am three,
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made, My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all
Or else im locked up, All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark, My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,, So maybe i'll just get
One whipping tonight., I just heard a car
My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse, My name is called
I press myself, Against the wall
I try to hide, From his evil eyes
He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault, He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more,
I finally get free, And run to the door
He's already locked it, And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream, But its now much to late
His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain, Again and again
O please God, have mercy!, O please let it end!
And he finally stops, And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless, Brawled on the floor
My name is chris. I am three,
Tonight my daddy, Murdered me