I lean against you and whisper this.
Tears and pain in my single kiss.
The laughter is hollow and rings in my ears.
I can only whisper my solemn vowed fears.
But when you hold me I feel just right.
But then you hit me and I pray for night.
My secret is dark and it shows on my skin.
My body is fragile and pale, I've grown thin.
You used to say I looked beautiful in blue.
But I wear it all the time, if only you knew.
Look. Here on my back, here on my arms.
He has violated me with these cruel harms.
But still I follow this cruel heartless man.
I still love him, and you can't understand.
So what if he gives me all these painful black and blues?
He tells me, I love you, and I reply with, I love you too's.
I can't help it. You just don't understand.
Even though he hurts me, our love is still grand.
Now I ask you in a time of need.
Please I beg you don't let me bleed.
This time I need help, I can tell you know I do.
I don't need anyone else's help. Just help from you.
Make me feel the way I felt before you hit.
Make me care for myself and not feel like shit.
I hate the way I look, how I act. What I feel.
Help me, my lover, so both of us will heal.
