Hiding
I hear your footsteps on the hard cold floor
The sound of your fist as it punches at the door
The anger in your voice the threat in your tone
And I just can't get to the telephone
I'd try to run but know the doors are locked
Can never escape cos my exits always blocked
I'm all out of hope I have no self esteem
I'm at your mercy I can't even scream
Hiding away
A hundred times a day
Frightened of the way your are or where you're gonna be
Hope you've had a good day or you'll take it out on me
Hiding away
A hundred times a day
Weakened by your power now and how its taking shape
Need to grab this nightmare now and plan on my escape
I try my hardest not to make a sound
You always find me cowering on the ground
You don't hear the pain resounding in my cries
You don't see the fear reflected in my eyes
Got to get away and free myself from you
If it's the last damn thing that I ever get to do
I can't stand this life, I can't take it anymore
One day soon I'm gonna make it out the door!
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