The Truth

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She's suffering bruises on her back and arms

She claims she's not in any harm

Even though you can see it in her eyes

Look at her; just look at the way she cries

Denies she's being hurt

Claims its just from playing sports

But in her friend she'll confide

Tells her that she's dead inside

Ask her what happen, open that door

She say yesterday daddy beat her till she was soar

And mommy didn't care she just kept looking on

Tell me is he right? Am I the one who's wrong

So what does she do? She thinks she's to blame

She can't take the beating its getting harder to explain

She feels alone, she can't cope with the guy

I guess she made her decision it looks like she's ready to die

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