the vendetta (still helpless)

i'm up each day

at the crack of dawn

primed for the first inspection

he's running the home and the family

like a military installation

i can't do this and i can't do that

i dare not make a move

without his orders

no matter how well i do what i do

it's never good enough

helpless

i feel so helpless

helpless

don't like to be so helpless

i don't wish to feel in my own home

some kind of prisoner

there must be a way to put a stop

to his violent behavior

somehow somethings' changed around the house

it suddenly seems so calm

now what are we supposed to do

with all of this new found freedom