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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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