I'm glad he's dead!

What I saw looking back at me was a lost soul with fear of living
I was dreading living my life in the shadows Without a begining
My story had been told by his kind of mindless guilt 
There's been times that I've bled and he's nearly killed 

I lived a life of violence
I cried myself to sleep
I lived a life in silence
He taught me to be weak
Every day there was a different bruise
Every day there was a battle I'd lose
Finding the courage to stand tall
I was petrified but now I stand for all

His way of talking 
His way of fighting
My way of crying
My way of lying
I fell down the stairs
I know people care
The way he punched and ripped my hair
I just closed my eyes and said another prayer 
I hate
I hate
I hate
The scars on my head
The blood that was shed
I hate saying this
But I'm glad that he's dead!

Now I find the courage to stand tall
I'm no longer petrified and I stand for all
I stand for all
For all the wars
I'm behind bars
15 years the judge said, but...
I'm glad that he's dead!