For my original sin
I'm paying again
For a choice I made long ago
When I was young and did not know
I did not know, loving someone
Could keep you under that gun
Let me set the scene
Of how he was so mean
I endured all his beatings
The only sound, my pleadings
Years spent in his prison
Under constant supervision
Found the key
Set myself free
It was years and years ago
But he still finds where I go
Moved towns and home
Trying to end his syndrome
His mother manipulated my kids
Now he knows where I live
Doors and Windows bolted down
A waiting game till he comes to town
Last time it ended with me in the woods
***** and bruised, because he could
This time it will end in blood and gore
Only question is, which end of the knife I will explore
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
For my original sin
I'm paying again
For a choice I made long ago
When I was young and did not know
I did not know, loving someone
Could keep you under that gun
Let me set the scene
Of how he was so mean
I endured all his beatings
The only sound, my pleadings
Years spent in his prison
Under constant supervision
Found the key
Set myself free
It was years and years ago
But he still finds where I go
Moved towns and home
Trying to end his syndrome
His mother manipulated my kids
Now he knows where I live
Doors and Windows bolted down
A waiting game till he comes to town
Last time it ended with me in the woods
***** and bruised, because he could
This time it will end in blood and gore
Only question is, which end of the knife I will explore
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