I thirst for help before it's too late...
I stand alone in the darkness as I lay...
the might of his fist feels like burning coal...
the power of his kick ordains the soul...
the fire in his eyes makes you blind...
but my cry for help you cannot find...
I need help and someone to help me now...
he won't let me leave him so I don't know how...
he is passive and controlling...
as he pushes me around, my body rolling...
I don't think I can save myself...
someone listen to my cry for help!
