Why do you do this?
They're just children,
Can't you see?
It makes me so mad,
Yet sad at the same time.
To see you beating them,
Tearing them up.
You might do it when you're drunk,
Or strung out on E,
You might not realize the pain,
You cannot see.
You're breaking their hearts and ribs all the same.
They'll never know love, even if you become tame.
You try to deny it,
But we can all tell.
They're pleading with swollen eyes,
'Please, oh please...'
And then you beat them again...
And again...
And again...
