He'll soon see

Through your ways

And finally know

What I know

You'll try and tell him it's ok

And put on that phony show

You'll make him believe it's all his fault

Just like what your father had done to you

It's the perpetuating circle of fear

And anger and saddness

And memory and longing and abuse

That forever, forever

Keeps on spinning and rolling

Tossing and turning

In the middle of the night

When you think no one's there

Listening to you cry and scream

And yell and weep

For it all to Stop!