Im sick and tired of being so misused
putting up with all your physical abuse
sick and tired, no longer amused
so tell me, whats the use?
You tell me its ok, tell me its alright
say you'll never touch me next time we're in a fight
but how am i supposed to trust you anymore
when everytime we argue i end up on the floor
how am i supposed to feel
when all the time im covering
cuts and bruises that dont seem to heal
tell me how im supposed to feel
When i look in the mirror im scared of what i see
i see a reflection that juts isnt me
ive forgotton the real shade of my skin
covered in what looks like black and blue ink
scared of what i always see on my face
reminders of eack time youve put me in my place
theres a frightened person behind this complection
when was the last time you showed some affection
