paroles de chanson A 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
Mother, what have I done
To make you upset? I'm in trouble
And I'm too young to know
Your weakness, you′re so sick
And you′ll never miss a child called, "It"
I count my days and nights, they are all numbered
She takes her time and hurts me like no other
Mother, I really hate the way
You treat me like no other
And I refuse to be your victim
Mother, what have I done
To make you upset? I'm in trouble
And I′m too young to know your weakness
Tell me why you were so unkind? You're so sick
And you′ll never miss a child called, "It"
A child called, "It", a child called, "It"
A child called, "It"