You used to creep into my room, night after night.
I would awaken and be paralyzed from nothing but fright.
‘Don’t tell mom, we’ll get in trouble’, you were right.
So it became a ritual, you would turn off the light.
And I would cry and struggle using all my might,
As you crept into my room, night after night.
‘I’m not your actual dad, so don’t worry child, this is alright’.
I didn’t like what was happening, so I started to fight.
But you had already decided, that I belonged in your sight.
So you kept on creeping into my room, night after night.