Walls would never raise their voice to make me feel small.
But that is what you did most of all.
Walls would never judge me for how I bleed.
You did that and feasted upon my pained screams.

Walls would never judge me for how I hold my tear-stained pillow late at night.
You would yell at me while you and mom would fight.
Isn't it funny how the walls would never judge me for anything at all?
You were the worst enemy all along..

I'm just gonna leave it here, it's funny how I don't even feel bad.
Isn't that funny, dad?