Leave by Michael W. Smith
Daddy's on the sofa, turning up another bottle to unleash when I get home
I pretend he doesn't hit me
Momma just pretends that she don't know.
I used to think of talking
Talking to my preacher
He says I should just forgive and forget.
Now my baby brother just sits and recollects the same regrets.
And I just wanna leave
Oh, God, please help me now, I wanna leave.
As if that's not enough
Or the new family around here
Guess that's all the reason some kids need
'Cause they all call me names, and say I should just take it on the cheek.
If I'm over-reacting
Why is it so cold here
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