Murder he wrote tryna' put his hands on me,
Hes everything i knew his sorry ass would be,
he cocks his hand up and i can feel the race in my heartbeat,
(THUMP..THUMP)!
My breathing gets heavier and heavier,
blood sliding down my face,
& all i can do is look at him in disgust,
what a disgrace,
tears flowing faster than water droplets out a faucet,
all i can remember is begging for him to stop it,
Life at this point was truly just unfair,
the louder i got,
the more i bled,
no one seemed to care,
it was me versus the world,
so it seemed ..
i felt as if i was yelling a silent scream,
but lucky for you, me and him,
it was all just a dream