He's got me wrapped around his finger, he's got me beaten by his fist
Another glass of Chardonnay, he tends to hit me when he's pissed
Bare knuckles are like rough seas thrashing me against the rocks
His kisses don't come free
He'll always leave a mark
My shadow is my enemy, I cannot trust my breath
Don't whisper to the walls, he'll come for you again
He doesn't say a word
But speaks with his right fist
a/n
yes people deserve second chances but people who abuse you aren't worthy of another chance.. once an abuser always an abuser..
you deserve better than that
I love you all
and I'll always be here to chat
love
Rubes xx
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