Bruises here, bruises there
Hiding them, holding them,
covering them
Not telling no one
Going home, being beat,
night after night crying
myself to sleep
Screaming in my head,
cursing the father above
Father's barley home
Where's my hero?
Where's my number one?
Crying out in pain
Being beat during the
day
Being beat during the
night
Being beat for nothing
you see
I'm worthless, I'm nothing,
I'm nobody to her
but a punching bag.
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