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Tekstovi: Stabbing Westward. The Essential Stabbing Westward. Sleep.

She's been here so many times before
She can't remember when she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She stares intently at the door
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what's in store
And the knowing makes it worse
When he calls her daddy's little girl
She doesn't keep him
And when he crushed her
She can't feel
Her screams are silent
Hides in the corner of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind
Escapes inside her dreams

Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father's head
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end