He used to caress my skin as his lips brushed my neck
But now all he wants is my mouth on his d----
He pulls my hair, never for my pleasure
Calls me his little *****
And hits me when I quiver
What am I to him?
Just a hole to fill
This feeling within, is like the urge to ****
But, my soul walks with God
And my arms are much too weak
If I wanted him dead, the chances would be bleak
I need to find a way, a way to be free
But the *** is an anchor that is drowning me
I'm tied to him, because blackmail comes in picture form
The anger inside of me, is brewing like a thunderstorm