Well, the key to my survival
Was never in much doubt
The question was how I could keep sane
Trying to find a way out
Things were never that easy for me
Peace of mind was hard to find
And I needed a place where I could hide
Somewhere I could call mine
I didn't think much about it
Till it started happening all the time
Soon I was living with fear every day
Of what might happen that night
I couldn't stand to hear the crying
Of my mother - and I remember when
I thought that that would be the last they'd see of me
And I never went home again
They say time is a healer
And now my wounds are not the same
I'd cling myself with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me
He looked me straight in the eyes
He said: "You're no son, you're no son of mine"
But where should I go, and what should I do
"You're no son, you're no son of mine"
But I came here for help, oh, I came here for you
Well, the years they passed so slowly
I thought about him every day
What would I do if we passed on the street
Would I keep running away
In and out of hiding places
Soon I'd have to face the facts
We'd have to sit down and talk it over
And that would mean going back
They say time is a healer
And now my wounds are not the same
I'd cling myself with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me
He looked me straight in the eyes
He said: "You're no son, you're no son of mine"
But where should I go, and what should I do
"You're no son, you're no son of mine"
But I came here for help, oh, I was looking for you.
"You're no son, you're no son of mine..."