Eyes Of the Abused

Use, abuse that’s what I am
Beat me, punch me
A punching bag,
just something to punch again
Lose your composure let anger relase
Beat me black and blue
Then you’ll leave me in peace

A cycle, a circle a constant action
Pain and tears, an abusers attraction
I’m here for the good times and the bad
But why do those times gotta hurt so bad?

I cower, I beg, but I’m not enough
I can’t control you, I’m not tough
When I cry you hit harder
My angel is gone I have no guarder

I’m bleeding, I’m blind
Is this torture enough this time
To send me over the edge
I know you’ll hurt again,
Despite the futile pledge

Happy for once, maybe it was a dream
But these bruises are real; I’m ripping at the seams
Something I say sets you off
Was it something I said?
Am I acting too soft?

Stop, start when it will end
I’m so broken, but you expect me to mend
I’m not a possession you can’t own me
I’m a person, I am free

I’ll stand up, I’ll face you
I got a gun, I will erase you
You lay a hand on me and boom
But my body is too weak to move

Love me, love me not
Beat me so bad
Left me so mad
But I couldn’t even take a shot

Use, Abuse that’s just what I am
I’m a punching bag, for a weak man
Savoir, angels, karma comes around
Then you’ll burn and I’ll watch you fall down





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