Why have things come to this never ending cycle?

You're steps grow louder and i shrink in fear

You terrify me though you think you're doing the right thing

So far that I might never hear you coming up those stairs

To make you ashamed of me

Beaten against the steps that head to my room

I wonder if what I have done has angered you again.

Every time I hear you coming up the stairs

The End

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