Manwhore - Friska Viljor

I am stack here in the arms of my mother

I am fighting but I never want to break free

The comfort in the smell that tickles my nostrils

Makes me tired and I just want to sleep

The heartbeat and my bare feet against the floor

The sweatpants and my dirty hands opens the door

The waiting, anticipating of the engines war

The driveway on a summer day when daddy comes home

I’ve been fighting really hard with my brother

And now I’m shaking 'cause of course he could beat me

But the pain’s not from the red swollen forehand

It’s from some place to much deeper within