Abuse.

Mummy stands crying I the rain.
Daddy crouches down, picking his brain.
Their daughters lying there in a box,
Six foot down, she took the lot.

Why did she do it?
What did we do wrong?
But it's too late now,
Cause now she's gone.

No daddy, daddy, don't touch me down there,
But he didn't stop, he didn't care.
Twelve years on she can't shut it away,
Her boyfriend dumped her when she wouldn't play.
'I can't go on; I can't live no more,'
'Daddy knows why I feel a whore.'

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