I had to see her
go through guys
like it was nothing.
Each one treated
her wrong.
They never lasted long.
But what kind of man
puts his hands
on the women he loves?
Mom. I saw you.
Covered in bruises,
you told me it was nothing.
You claim you fell,
but the second
he walked in that door
I knew it was going to be hell.
He yelled, and I closed my eyes.
He hit you and I screamed.
You say your alright; that it
doesn't hurt, but the marks
all over you, tell another story.
Parents tell you, that you're too
young to understand love,
I'm not confused. I comprehend it
now and I'm quite afraid.
I can see past the shades of blue
on your face, that you wanna smile.
I can see that you want to go back to
being the old mom.
The one who kisses me
every day before I go to school,
the one that nags me to stay
away from boys.
You tell me mom,
you always say, that I can trust you,
that I can tell you all
my secrets.But your the one, making
me promise, I won't tell anyone yours.
You stand in front me, and I can see
you want to cry. I can see you want
to break down, but all you do is
just stare at me.
And you keep saying over and over,
you keep telling me, that I don't understand.
But after every beating, I keep wondering the same thing..
What kind of man?