Child Called 'It' - Buckcherry

Mother, I really hate the way

You treat me like no other

And I refuse to be your victim

I count the days and nights, they are all numbered

She takes her time and hurts me like no other

Keep it all inside, never see me cry

Hoping I find a way out from the mother

Please God, don’t let her destroy my life

Mother, I really hate the way

You treat me like no other

And I refuse to be your victim

You won’t see me cry 'cause

I left behind a child called, «It»

She makes me stay inside under her cover

Takes out her pain on me and not my brothers

Keep it all inside, never see me cry

Hoping I find a way out from the mother

One step closer and the world is mine

Mother, I really hate the way

You treat me like no other

And I refuse to be your victim

Mother, what have I done

To make you upset?

I’m in trouble

And I’m too young to know

Your weakness, you’re so sick

And you’ll never miss a child called, «It»

I count my days and nights, they are all numbered

She takes her time and hurts me like no other

Mother, I really hate the way

You treat me like no other

And I refuse to be your victim

Mother, what have I done

To make you upset?

I’m in trouble

And I’m too young to know your weakness

Tell me why you were so unkind?

You’re so sick

And you’ll never miss a child called, «It»

A child called, «It», a child called, «It»

A child called, «It»