My body is still aching,
My body is still sore,
I am still afraid of you,
I keep thinking of you walking through the door.
My head is still pounding,
My arms are still bruised,
My heart is what hurts the most,
All because I was abused.
With my bags packed,
I am not going to take it anymore,
Now you\'ll have to suffer,
Walking through that jail door.
It\'s sad when times have to come down to this,
Somebody I love has to go,
When I hear the rain,
I will think of you, as i always do so.
When the grass turns green again,
And there are only puddles of old snow,
Think of my bruises and my broken heart,
Because I\'m now in love with someone you know.
