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She doesn t hear him, she stares intently at the door
And the knowing makes it worse, staring at her father s head
so this hell could finally end
Where she plays contently, when she last felt anything at all
she can t remember
Listens for his footsteps, hides in the corners of her mind
and the knowing makes it worse
When she last felt anything at all, she can t remember, staring at her father s head

So this hell could finally end, where she plays contently, she leaves this nightmare far behind
and the knowing makes it worse
When he calls her daddy s little girl, so this hell could finally end
When she last felt anything at all, she s been here so many times before Westward, and the knowing makes it worse
She leaves this nightmare far behind, wishing one of them were dead Westward, so this hell could finally end
She can t remember, staring at her father s head
Floating high above her bed, she can t remember Stabbing, she leaves this nightmare far behind
She can t feel, and the knowing makes it worse, she can t feel

She doesn t hear him, she escapes inside her dreams
Listens for his footsteps, and the knowing makes it worse, she can t feel
Staring at her father s head, she can t remember
when she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger, when he crushes her
Floating high above her bed, she escapes inside her dreams, listens for his footsteps
She can t remember, listens for his footsteps
when he crushes her

Staring at her father s head, staring at her father s head
she stares intently at the door
Wishing one of them were dead, she knows exactly what s in store, and the knowing makes it worse
She stares intently at the door, and the knowing makes it worse Sleep, when he calls her daddy s little girl
staring at her father s head
she stares intently at the door
But this fear and anger, staring at her father s head
she leaves this nightmare far behind

she can t remember
Hides in the corners of her mind, hides in the corners of her mind
She can t remember, she knows exactly what s in store, and the knowing makes it worse
She knows exactly what s in store, so this hell could finally end
And the knowing makes it worse, wishing one of them were dead Stabbing, her screams are silent