Ducking under, a fist thrown casually She sneaks past, and out the door Hiding herself, on a daily basis Keep it inside, every night on the floor
Made to regret, each syllable Turning into, a cautious being Bruises concealed, as she lives Barely life, there's no fleeing
Walking in the door she's grabbed by the hair Thrown to the ground and his anger flares She braces for the blows she knows will land On her tenderized flesh, at her captor's hand
She closes her eyes And takes herself away Reliving happy days Away from all the pain The beating doesn't phase She is almost glad With remarkable mind power She can escape her dad
Rising up, her arms covered in bruises At last the will to fight, to escape the abusement
On the other end, she now wields the sword Holding in her hand a blade with which to thwart his word Slicing off the flesh of the one who gave her life She gives in to the thrill of flesh parting for her knifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
