It's 1 o' 2 and I have nothing to do.
Terrifying memories stick to me like glue.
This is something I can't come to terms with.
Just one memory makes me feel like I have a disease.
A dreadful one quickly spreading.
Wait now my visions fading.
The day you die is something I'm anticipating.
Daddy dearest touched me here.
He touched me there.
All of this as I child I could not bare.
You should of been my hero.
Instead you were just a zero.
Details will never leave my lips.
Just your name makes my stomache turn flips.
I was the first one to tell
Guess what your gonna burn in hell.
I was your child, your baby girl,
and all the things you did to me make me wanna hurl.
I'll sit back and wait till that faithful day, okay?
I can't wait to see your face on judgement day.
This is all a game to you.
I know this because I wasn't the first you were so untrue to.
It's to late now, we've all spoke up.
I dare say the devil will raise his cup.
Each breath I take is one more mark against you on judgement day.
Oh how I've waited for this sweet day.
Now you and satan can play.
You'll burn in hell for all eternity
Just for what you did to me.

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