Child Called “It” Buckcherry

Mother, I really hate the way
You treat me like no other
And I refuse to be your victim

I count the days and nights, they are all numbered
She takes her time and hurts me like no other
Keep it all inside, never see me cry
Hoping I find a way out from the mother
Please God, don't let her destroy my life

Mother, I really hate the way
You treat me like no other
And I refuse to be your victim
You won't see me cry 'cause
I left behind a child called, "It"

She makes me stay inside under her cover
Takes out her pain on me and not my brothers
Keep it all inside, never see me cry
Hoping I find a way out from the mother

One step closer and the world is mine

Mother, I really hate the way
You treat me like no other
And I refuse to be your victim