They push her around,
Each before the other.
She’s alive
Struggling and sweating
Freedom is only a dream.
It’s the same thing again,
They’ve got a hold on her.
She cries into their arms,
Thinking they have what she needs
But that baby girl is wrong
They aren’t good at all.
The sadistic intent to seduce her succeeds
She’s so unaware of what they do
That’s not the problem now,
They read her mind so easily.
It’s the same thing again,
They’ve got a hold on her.
Blood pools around her bedroom
Just another little fight
Leaving her with all the scars.
They know she won’t fight back
Why can’t she find the one who heals the pain?
It’s the last stance she’ll make,
And they know she’s got guts now
So they let her walk away,
Into the arms of another
Waiting to push her around
Like each before.
It’s the same thing again,
They’ve still got a hold on her.