Dictator at the TV set

How does it feel to be the victim of your home? To be afraid to say what's right and what is wrong, to be told you have no brother anymore, you want to run and hide You can't. Don't you feel a bit regret for all the filthy lies you've said? You have to care at least, for momma and all you'd get. Remember, when you slammed my head against the floor and called me: "WHORE!", when I ran to hide I called my dad, then mum found me and screamed, you would laugh at me. I hope some day I make it big, and make you hear all that you did. Perhaps then you'll think for a while, Your little sister was this child.