She's hiding under the stairs She only listens to the screams Things throw the corridor Mouth, teeth, angry faces The same nightmare showed up again
It's true, is not a dream, she knows
The child dreams, Cinderella, baby doll and When are they gonna fight again? Broken bottles, she's scared Sick of it, she thought: It's not my fault
She can't sleep at night Child dreams, put a finger in her mouth Praying everyday, scared of living I don't wanna live this life I don't wanna see them fight again
