Born into sadness, badness and madness.
Grew up not knowing what happiness, goodness and sane mindedness was.
My childhood memories hell.
At me parental voices did always insanely yell.
My young virgin tears flooded like monsoon rain.
My childhood on me has left a damaging stain.
Beat and abused.
For life\'s problems I was always accused.
Early to bed and early to rise.
Did not make me healthy wealthy and wise.
Now I\'m grown up and still look over my shoulder.
For me life is not getting warmer, it\'s getting heartbreakingly colder.
Born into a life that I can not change.
A life of normality to me feels strange.