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Feb 2014
And now (once again) tonight the same arguments ignite…..
Who the **** has the right to tell us we’re wrong when we fight?!
(once again) Today is filled with rage, violence in the air
Got me beating on your *** telling you nobody cares
On your life I swear, you **** up again,  best be aware
No other violence we shared before will ever compare
(once again) here we go making amends, but it’s pretend
Knowing it depends on when I get to drinking again
Still she defends me to her friends when they ask what she’s thinking
When it transcends words and she’s getting beatings without blinking
(once again)) got cha blaming yourself,  feeling so ashamed
It’s a sick game, because of you *****, look what I became
Still, I love you too much to let you leave, so you duck and weave
Such a naive woman, I care and so therefore you receive
What the **** could you hope to achieve if you walked away?
And what kind of life could you conceive if you didn’t stay?
From the perspective of domestic violence.
Sir Tech
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Sir Tech  Out West
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   Aimee Toney
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