It builds in her throat and escapes to her eyes
Liquid falls from her waterline
The same story told a million times
The girl was okay, but now she feels like she's dying
All because he raised his voice
And suddenly she was 8 again
Standing in the frame of a door
Feeling 100 miles away
Him standing in front, pointing the finger of shame
It's the same old story on a different day
She can't help but feel shame
The voices inside don't go away
They block out his voice
His talking for nothing
But she can't talk back because her voice will break.
She stares at a blank wall, trying to compose
Because this time it's not her who is the victim
Memories flash back, but not the good kind
The kind where all you can do is cry
It's the same old story every time
All because the man raised his voice
Not to her
But it left her shaken and scared
She sits in the corner, a place secure
And thinks over all of her mistakes.
Sometimes, being quiet is the better thing to do
But then she lashes out in anger at the people who say that they care.
She can't take it anymore. All of the voices inside eat her alive
She tries to scream, but no sound escapes
From between her lips that feel permanently sealed
Because she was told it was better that way
Better if she just stood and walked away
But that man raised his voice
And she now feels trapped
A home not being something she ever really had.
But to her, it's just another day
And she'll talk about it off in a million different ways
So scared that doing so will rekindle the flame
Of uncertainty that she had buried away.
