When I was eight I wanted to escape She said he's a drunk, a fool, he's not that cruel Chin up baby, he's knocking on your door When I was nine my mama said, we're fine She held my head and turned the music up Swept through the room, four cheeks in bloom While he was banging on our door Is this all you can take? No I can take much more I'll stay till I'll break, and I will wait for you Now, come on mama Don't open anymore When I was ten He was back again House shaking, glass was breaking My mama cried, he really tries, you know And there were the years You "fell down the stairs" Hon, look away, look out it's a bright new day Chin up, baby he's knocking on your door Is this all you can take? No I can take much more I'll stay till I'll break, and I will wait for you Now, come on mama Don't open anymore When I was a teen I could barely sleep I folded my hands, wet pants, got on my knees I tried to call But no one answered me When I was eighteen I asked you, me or him You turned away and told me to leave I'll chin up, mother, but I'm walking through your door Is this all you can take? No I can take much more I'll walk till I'll break, and I will wait for you Now, come on mama Don't open anymore