You say it's mom's fault that you aren't ever home
now that's that bullshit that got me thrown on the road
Bruises up and down my body being thrown on the floor
faking a smile, pretending not to be sore
My mind is****ed from drowning myself in alcohol
your fist is so big, while my soul is so small
You show me off as a prize to be won
while you lock me in a box or in a closet to be hung
Why should I give a damn?
I've never seen no light
So why should I believe in luck
You bribe me with silence and to stay in the dark
but all I see is a cry to be turned into a remark
I could scream
I could shout
But all I see is a shiny, sharp blade
That makes my inner scars come out

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