Broken, battered and bruised but still walking down this path , of course you'd choose.... Yes, you came for some advice I faced you away from that abuse Yet you'd rather be a tool Instead of treasured, only used Reached to save you once again But you slapped the hand I lent
Pity is a fools reprieve.... Naivety is a strong belief Your god was never heaven sent A false idol by which you've bled Your god was never heaven sent You've wasted life on a broken wish
Every time you told me no Every time you stayed, I failed It was in the way I loved you In these wasted steps I took, I felt That I would always burn in hell The promises that you would leave Were always my fool's.... reprieve... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For anyone who's ever known a friend or has been in an abusive relationship and either never listened to the chances to get out, or ignored them until you listened.