Curl up in the corner,
shake away the fright,
everything gonna be alright.
Wipe away the tears,
he doesn't like to see weakness.
Get up and run,
leave him behind,
be strong...WRONG!
caught by the door ...
Tell him nothings wrong,
hide the pain.
Remind him that you love him,
that you would do anything.
He takes you to the coach,
holding you so tight,
acting like he didn't do anything.
My mind whispers
"this is gonna be another long night"
Tears poring down my face,
The feeling of his heart race,
its time to hide.
Get up now and just walk away
"Its going to be ok"
No more Mr. nice guy,
he has seen me cry.
Stumbling to the door,
he pushes me to the floor,
strikes me across the face,
asking me if i want more.
This is too much for me to take!
i give up! i give in!you have won...
the battle thats just begun.
