A Child Slamed

(Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Sitting in the waiting room for more bad news
Hands on the clock wrapped around my throat
Don't remind me of the time I'd rather choke

And if I knew how to tell you, don't you think I would?
If I had behaved a little better, maybe I wouldn't be misunderstood
And if you would listen, maybe I wouldn't want to die
And if I met satan, I'd know just what to say to make the fucker cry

And if I was smart, I'd take my broken heart and I'd bury it in the dirt
Yeah, if I know how, I'd treat myself well and I'd start treating you worse

A hand in the jar makes one hand less to help
And I can't recall the way you felt but I know I didn't help
A child left to himself brings shame upon his mother
And I do