blood stains the floor

my father used to beat me down, he said son don't make a fucking sound, or I will be back to kill you in the next round, now every time I feel pain I laugh like a psychotic clown, you can beat me but I will never stay down. blood stains all over the floor, mf you know I am ready for war, I am thirsty for pain and always asking for more. I am sick in the fucking head, I lye awake with nightmares in my bed, sometimes I fantasize about being dead, just 1 bullet straight through the head, or hang myself from a fucking noose in the shed. blood stains all over the floor, mf you know I ready for war, I am thirsty for pain always asking for more. these illusions become crystal clear, when I drown my memories in ever clear, I wish my reflection would dissappear, before I shed another tear. or even think about living my life in fear. blood stains all over the floor, mf you know I am always ready for war, I am thirsty for pain and always asking for more. do you even care if I fucking die, all my life I been living a lie, you use to pick me off the ground by my neck, now u made me a emotionless wreck. I promise if it is the last thing that I do, I will never be just like u. blood stains all over the floor, you know I am always ready for war, I am always thirsty for pain and always asking for more.