Listen to the words,
Read them like you're supposed to know the back of your hand,
Be truthful though,
You know the back of his more than yours,
A bit, more than a bit, harder than a tender caress,
What happened to your dreams?
What happened to promises, vows,
Smiles, memories and what you planned on becoming,
Do the tears drown the pain?
And when you walk down the street,
With a bruise on your cheek,
And a masked on smile,
Do you think they believe you?

Close your eyes,
And wake up.