That that b*stard was doing something wrong
But out of fear and rage she never dared
More in her mind than in her body
And in the shame of silence
The other girls didn't play
The same game that Lyss played
The others didn't undress
Nor did they count their moles
And dawn broke on her sheets
Lyss's torment was her father
More than a father, a cross
That the walls of that room witnessed
That after the dark night the day comes
But in her case dusk never came
Nobody heard her nakedness
More in her mind than in her body
And in the shame of silence
The other girls didn't play
The same game that Lyss played
The others didn't undress
Nor did they count their moles
And dawn broke on her sheets
Lyss's torment was her father
More than a father, a cross
That the walls of that room witnessed
Lyss little by little kept growing up
Locked inside herself, giving up on love
Prisoner of fear, she didn't know how to flee
From those f*cking memories