You haven't been sober in god only knows
your fists in my face and the bruses they show
they all know it's happening but they refuse to believe me
after a beating i have to stay in i don't want anybody to see
usually i get hit for stupid things like leaving a kotex by the totilet seat
or even for no reason it's no so appeling to meet your bittersweet defeat
i want to run away but i have no where to go
if i leave i won't be able to come back this i know
so i must stay and suffer this living hell
with every reminder of the scars and the burses of secrets so dark i'd never be able to
i try to calm donw and catch my breath
this beating i swear will be my death
your hands around my neck my feet off the floor
oxygen seaseing me trying to gasp for more
i couldn't think stight but i heard what you said
"goodbye my worthles daughter your better off dead"
my eyes slowly closed as you released you tight grip
i fell to the ground imprinted on my neck was your finger tips
that night was my last night i fininly lost the fight
my neighbors heard it happening but just turned off there lights
no one did anything untill it was to late to stop it
these people are shit
no one took action they didn't care
there worries all stoped cause i wasn't there
they finily didn't have to pretend everthing was all perfect
but deep in side they wish they did something
instead of sitting around and doing nothing
but franklypeople don't care to much anymore
if it all looks peachy on the outside, then they don't open the closed doors!
