a drunken **** head knocking my door
a glimpse through my window my eyes saw more
a bald headed hunk covered in ink
heart beating so fast i couldnt think.
a drunken **** head coming inside
that wolvo accent helping me to decide
a kiss to my lips sealing my fate
an overnight stay by now it was too late.
two weeks of pure bliss passed so fast
gossiping folk saying we wouldnt last
soon there will be violence i heard them say
hiding their heads and shuffling away.
so what if hes commited violence before
hes with me now and i mean more
hes always assured me that hed never hurt me
his past is his past and that they will soon see.
friends in for drinks and that was the first time
me pulling faces getting ****** on red wine
but the ******* he saw me a reflection in glass
a punch to my nose i fell on my ****
apologies kisses sorries never ending
me knowing it wont happen again or pretending
waking in the mornings treading on eggshells
me with experiance i should have known so well.
but do we learn women like us
hearing their words and giving our trust
thinking things will get better in time
when do we stop and draw a line.
broken cheek bones two black eyes
split open lips ****** thighs
bruises covering the surface skin
enternal bruising hiding within.
pregnant with your gorgeous son
look at what ive now become
trapped indoors head hangs in shame
its not my fault its you whos to blame.
all i done wrong was to show you love
you the man needed boxing gloves
to keep me tame and where you wanted me
under control to prove your credibility.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
a drunken **** head knocking my door
a glimpse through my window my eyes saw more
a bald headed hunk covered in ink
heart beating so fast i couldnt think.
a drunken **** head coming inside
that wolvo accent helping me to decide
a kiss to my lips sealing my fate
an overnight stay by now it was too late.
two weeks of pure bliss passed so fast
gossiping folk saying we wouldnt last
soon there will be violence i heard them say
hiding their heads and shuffling away.
so what if hes commited violence before
hes with me now and i mean more
hes always assured me that hed never hurt me
his past is his past and that they will soon see.
friends in for drinks and that was the first time
me pulling faces getting ****** on red wine
but the ******* he saw me a reflection in glass
a punch to my nose i fell on my ****
apologies kisses sorries never ending
me knowing it wont happen again or pretending
waking in the mornings treading on eggshells
me with experiance i should have known so well.
but do we learn women like us
hearing their words and giving our trust
thinking things will get better in time
when do we stop and draw a line.
broken cheek bones two black eyes
split open lips ****** thighs
bruises covering the surface skin
enternal bruising hiding within.
pregnant with your gorgeous son
look at what ive now become
trapped indoors head hangs in shame
its not my fault its you whos to blame.
all i done wrong was to show you love
you the man needed boxing gloves
to keep me tame and where you wanted me
under control to prove your credibility.
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