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JC Jun 2013
To that child I am so sorry
I'm kind enough to care but
Not enough to help

To that child I am so sorry
You didn't have to see that
They should have more respect for you
And should be smart enough to know
That fighting won't help you fall in love

To that child I am so sorry
I should have stopped
Not kept on going
What was wrong with me
What kind of person does that make me
To keep on going
And let you live with that for the rest of your life

To that child I am so sorry
I hope you find someone someday
That cares enough to make a difference
You deserve better and I deserve worse
They should have spoken not swung
I should have spoken not gone
Please don't let them rule you
You can survive you can love
You can do better than them

To that child I am so sorry
I want you to stop crying
Because tears won't stop the bruises
I want to hold you in my arms
And tell you it's okay
There's nothing to worry about
Nothing to fear and nothing to hide
No one to take you away
And no one to make you stay

To that child I am so sorry
Can you forgive me for walking away?
JC Jun 2013
I met a girl
A long time ago
Her name was Mary and she was quiet

One day she got a notecard
Inviting her to a party
Now this was the seventies so the note wasn't sketchy
And the boys who invited her were Itch and Poopsie
And no, those were not their real names,
They were nicknames so it wasn't sketchy

So she went to this party because she was the new girl
And that was a mistake
So she went to this party and made a lot of mistakes
So when Itch and Poopsie invited her back
She made the same mistakes
Over and over
Party after Party
Mistake after Mistake
Again and Again
And Mary, she was being crushed
With the beer bottles
And the invitations from Itch and Poopsie
They were taking her everywhere
All over the world
But she had trouble remembering the sights and the smells
And the only thing she could taste
Was it tears or the beer?

And then it stopped.
She woke up in a different state and a different city
And no one heard from her again
Itch and Poopsie went looking for her
But they couldn't even recognize her shadow
She hid for a very long time
She didn't go to parties
But she still made mistakes
Over and over
Man after man
Punch after punch
Bruise upon bruise
Until he broke her bones and broke her heart

And this time she made it stop.
She packed her bags for a different state and a different city
And no one heard from her again
He went looking for her in alleys and park benches
But he couldn't even recognize her shadow
She hid for a very long time
And she refused to make mistakes
It was over and over
Never again and again

I met a girl
A long time ago
Her name was Mary
And she was very, very
Quiet.

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