Fucked Up Head - A Story Of Abuse

The lips,
and the eyes...

How beautifully they....no...

Oh the split lips and the black eyes,
Screaming no, no, but it doesn't help.
Because he's...
Drank to much
Because he's...
Lost touch

Reality is skewed
And he won't remember it tomorrow
But you'll wear the evidence on your face like a badge
He'll say he's sorry, but does he ever really mean it?
When his fist finally open, can you stand his fucking touch?

I'd wait,
I'd pray

How dangerously we've....no...

I'd wait until he's sleeping,
And then I'd pray nobody finds him,
Because I'm done living in his ruins
He's done ruining your family
Take the kids and run away from this
Let them know just what you've
Tell them daddy won't be joining us
You're through with the things he's done.
They'll understand it when they're older
They'll see a hero in your eyes
Because you saved them from a monster
Without you they would have died.

Everyone said that you should leave him.
But they just turned the other way.
God forbid they tried to help you
You did your own way.
The abusers deserves just what they get
But it never takes away the pain.
Because the split lips and black eyes
It takes more than water to wash away.



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