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My eyes are open But I cannot see All the abuse you’ve been doing to me You say you’re sorry, and I say ok Even though I know it shouldn’t be this way What kind of power do you hold over me That I cannot run, I cannot flee You tell me you own me And this I believe I think you would **** me If I tried to leave They tell me there are shelters For women like me Somehow you’d find it I’ll never be free You tell me you love me It won’t happen again Until later that night This will never end You buy me flowers The very next day What can I do, what can I say I say a quick thank you and go to my room Knowing what’s coming I’m filled with dark gloom I hear the footsteps coming down the hall I try to hide, but trip and fall You come in the room, roaring mad I can feel that this time is going to be real bad You come towards me Fists ready to go I can’t go through this again This much I know I grab the lamp next to the bed Smash it violently over your head You fall to the floor Blood everywhere I feel calm, not at all scared I pick up the phone Call 911 And think to myself What the hell have I done!
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Abused
My eyes are open But I cannot see All the abuse you’ve been doing to me You say you’re sorry, and I say ok Even though I know it shouldn’t be this way What kind of power do you hold over me That I cannot run, I cannot flee You tell me you own me And this I believe I think you would **** me If I tried to leave They tell me there are shelters For women like me Somehow you’d find it I’ll never be free You tell me you love me It won’t happen again Until later that night This will never end You buy me flowers The very next day What can I do, what can I say I say a quick thank you and go to my room Knowing what’s coming I’m filled with dark gloom I hear the footsteps coming down the hall I try to hide, but trip and fall You come in the room, roaring mad I can feel that this time is going to be real bad You come towards me Fists ready to go I can’t go through this again This much I know I grab the lamp next to the bed Smash it violently over your head You fall to the floor Blood everywhere I feel calm, not at all scared I pick up the phone Call 911 And think to myself What the hell have I done!
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
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