Part 1:
The door flies open, feel the punch in the face
Under the back - the slat that breaks
cling, pressed into the mattress by him
Hate the look, can't believe it! That's not my dad.
That's another person, who grabs me at the wrist
and throws me and wedges me under his breath. Kisses my cheek,
wipes away the cold sweat. Whimper in the dark
I wish myself far away.
Push 1, the sheets are moist, blood red, wet booze breath that gasps.
Push 2, moves up, moves down, "You're doing fine!",
but I don't know what.
Push 3, this pain, I beg you, God.
He grunts, he quivers, he turns away shivering
Then he talks about secrets at night,
all I believed in runs down my legs.
Hook 2x:
(But) I know that he loves me, he has to do it
I know tha he loves me, he has to do it
I know that he loves me,
he has to do it, when my head says, that he loves me
God says, that he loves me.
Part 2
The door closes. How the mirror laughs at me.
The feets don't mind the cold of the tiles
Drops pour over me loudly, always in the beat
But the dirt doesn't come off!
Shaky steps go to the kitchen
Chop-Chop in the middle naked under the table
and splash in the puddle. Clench the tiny fist
I'm finally like mommy: a real woman
Real pain, real blood, smashing heart, happy rage
Look how the shame marches, the wall at the door whispers.
Hook 2x:
(But) I know that he loves me, he has to do it
I know tha he loves me, he has to do it
I know that he loves me,
he has to do it, when my head says, that he loves me
God says, that he loves me.
2x:
And on the bed table lies the letter.
"Happy father's day,
you're the best dad in the world"
Heart!
Hook 2x:
(But) I know that he loves me, he has to do it
I know tha he loves me, he has to do it
I know that he loves me,
he has to do it, when my head says, that he loves me
God says, that he loves me.