You swing your fist up,you examinate it well,think of all the harm it  could probably cause,to that face of yours
to which you have no mercy for.
You swear is the last time as you keep ,keep and yell go on.Cause you dotn care if your parents know.
But it wotn be the last you hear your fear whisper to your aching insides as you touch the bruise

your mixed up soul says you should be leaving him

but the weight you carry over your empty heart says you are too weak to even be alive

your mixed up soul says you should be leaving him

but the weight you carry over your empty heart says you are too weak to even be alive