Beating, pain,numb
I always know it's my fault
when he comes into his asault.
His clentched fists would fly in the air
and I would know I shouldn't be there.
Whenever I don't get the joke
I would cough and weeze and bleed and choke.
Sliding down the wall, I start to cry.
Would you rather I just die?
I know the answere mista J
But I love you always anyway
Trying hard for my Puddn'
Though I wonder if your even lookin'.
I"ve surrendered to my obsession
but I still have a confession.
The sight of your anger makes fear build inside
I let you vent your emotion on me, though I want to hide.
When your bored of your canvas of bruises and blood
you drop me outside in the mud.
And as I lay out in the grim
I think you might not come back this time.
Then Is see a smile and a flash of white
and you carry me back into the night.
My love for you may seem dumb...
but I know the difference between beating,pain numb.