Covered in bruises,skipping school. Gotta keep quiet,or he'll get violent. He promises he won't do it again,stuck and can't leave I'm the one to blame. He thinks he's a god or king,playing me with puppet strings. Throwing up thinking it's the wine,took a test and see two pink lines. Dropping to the floor crying out loud,there's no way out now. He answers and listens to all my calls,when I get up he makes sure that I fall. All the drugs and money are being stole, stuck with a coward with no soul.
