From outside the window
the family looks so fine.
A little boy, a little girl,
they're beautiful, they're mine.

The neighbors all can testify
how happy we all look.
An all American family
my gosh, an open book.

The view from the inside
is not a place to be.
When and where and how and why 
did he start controlling me.

And if i tried to tell someone
the guilt and shame i feel,
a burning look from those brown eyes
his anger did reveal.

So here i am... now i'm out.
It's over now, at last.
Then tell me why i feel so lost
and fear the ghost of the past.