Brother beating me blue
Mom sees it happening too
And you know that it\'s true
Why didn\'t you help me?
My room, my stuff, it wasn\'t mine
It was his-not out of line
No safe place for me-it\'s fine
Enter Panic Disorder
It doesn\'t matter, I don\'t care
I\'d let him hit me anywhere
I only knew then it wasn\'t fair
You weren\'t able to protect me
My mother listened to a lot of verbal abuse
She had something deep inside, like a muse
He would spout hateful things and he was amused
I\'m no longer in your grip