I see you and its like I'm 5 again.

Five and waiting, while facing the wall.
Being scared, because he's older and tall.
Waiting there for my father to punish me,
Waiting 'til its over to finally be free.
Just because he got angry again,
he wanted to hit me,
so I could feel his pain.

I see you and its like I'm 8 again.

Sitting in my room with tears on my face,
each one drops faster to win this sad race.
Just scared and anxious, because I cannot leave,
waiting, because we're not able to live in peace.
Waiting for my...