When I fell to the floor all you did was smirk and laugh. Do you understand all this pain on your behalf?
My skin is torn and my clothing is stained.
Why will no one help me as my vision starts
To fade?
When the dust clears and I'm lying on the floor
Will they leave me here as I face your gruesome chores?
I'm feeling so desperate
And just so much pain…
Why will no one help me as my vision starts
To fade?