Could he not see myself sinking into despair after ever word he spoke
Could he not see the tears streaming down my face as I began to choke
He criticized and dehumanized me
His loose lips were never sweet
Why couldn't it be...
My face got pale and hands got weak
I could feel my body dropping to me knees
And as he continued to reveal his wicked hate
I feel my soul beginning to deteriorate...
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Could he not see myself sinking into despair after ever word he spoke
Could he not see the tears streaming down my face as I began to choke
He criticized and dehumanized me
His loose lips were never sweet
Why couldn't it be...
My face got pale and hands got weak
I could feel my body dropping to me knees
And as he continued to reveal his wicked hate
I feel my soul beginning to deteriorate...
