We offer our fate, to be part of two,
each bruise and each lie maintained as brand new.
We choose to believe every time is the last.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry." erases the past.
Attack of our souls, behavior so cruel,
you begin realizing, nowhere for a fool.
Black eyes disappear, shattered bones heal,
invisible screaming is part of the deal.
We're begged to escape, just get up and run.
They don't understand, this fear of someone.
You know deep inside if you try to get out,
he'll find you and kill you, a promise no doubt.
Belief is the key with arms open wide
and places to go, to regain our pride.
Punishment and jail for the person who sears
our souls into nothing as we all disappear.
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