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Domestic Love

I'm sitting down in the mirror faced with reality

I cant believe I have your mark on my face its brutality

I wonder what made you flip yell and scream

Every time you get jealous you cause a scene

Whether I'm in the way or I dress like a tease

You got me begging you to stop; I'm on my knees

I just don't know how I can love a man

Who stays catching a case

resorts to violence and places his hands on my face

Is this my fate?

Or maybe I'm scared to go

Cause you're the type of man that can't respect a NO

You say you love me, that it was your bad

but I think domestic love is the only thing you ever had..

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Mar 12, 2010
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