Nicole Ockmond: Music

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Sad to say this is the story of the latter part of my childhood and Bill helped me put it to music. Art from adversity.

he's home again
much too young to be my father
a little younger he might be my friend
mom's got bad taste in husbands
hell that's evident again
i'll hide up in my room
and listen to the screaming
staring out my window into the night
just pretend again i'm dreaming

don't want to be too pretty
can never be too sweet
because he might notice
something tells me
better keep fast feet
because he might notice
something tells me
my mouth can only protect me so far
because he might notice
something tells me
my fists can only protect me so far

wish my mother would
one day wake up
wish that they would just fucking
break up
damn doesn't she realize
she's with a screwed up guy
he's always drunk or stoned
that is when he bothers to make it home
why doesn't he just leave us all alone

don't want to be too pretty
can never be too sweet
because he might notice
something tells me
better keep fast feet
because he might notice
something tells me
my mouth can only protect me so far
because he might notice
something tells me
my fists can only protect me so far

had to be the parent in many ways
hell just getting through adolescense it's all a daze
all those years taken away
it's taken me years to get over the pain
the child in me still has so many tears
don't know if i'll ever be healed
but at least i no longer
have him to fear

don't want to be too pretty
can never be too sweet
because he might notice
something tells me
better keep fast feet
because he might notice
something tells me
my mouth can only protect me so far
because he might notice
something tells me
my fists can only protect me so far