You know I didn't get away,
unscarred, unscathed,
you don't think that I've paid,
for the way that you behave
Must I have physical proof,
scratches & black eye bruised,
to show the harm that you can do,
when you get to run
loose
You think you're so
innocent,
God blessed, heaven sent
but the truth is you are hell
bent
to encase my heart in cement