Tack

My girl is depressed again
She has become stressed again
I wish I knew how to help
Sit and adjust this belt
Her dad puts me down again
Makes her pissed at him again
And what have I done to him?
Chance to change his mind is slim

And all these things that we do
What would he say if he knew?
He would come with his shotgun
And from him I would then run
She knows that I love her too
When I leave, what will she do?
Can she make the break from me?
The future I cannot see

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Now I am depressed again
I’m becoming stressed again
She is always there to help
I will be slapped with his belt
And he hunts me down again
Mom behind his back again
Will help us slip it by him
Chance of this changing is slim

I know she loves me so much
Sense it in the way we touch
And the way she smiles with me
The way I want it to be
If only her dad would give
It would help us both to live
Doing this behind his back
Feels like I’m stuck with a tack