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i SEE A BROWN PAPER BAG iN YOUR HAND

AND i KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO

i NEED TO RUN AND HiDE

i JUST NEED TO GET AWAY FROM YOU



i KNOW YOUR GONNA GET ANGRY

i KNOW iTS MY FAULT AGAiN

YOU SAY YOUR GONNA GET BETTER AND THiS WiLL STOP..

BUT WHEN?!



iM SiCK OF iT!

i HATE BEiNG ABUSED

iM DONE WiTH iT

i HATE USiNG MAKE-UP TO COVER UP A BRUiSE



THiS iSNT iT

THiS iSNT HOW i WANT MY LiFE TO BE

i NEED TO STOP THiS

i GOTTA DO THiS FOR ME



iM OVER THE BLACK EYES

AND THE BRUSiES i CANT EXPLAiN

i CANT TAKE ANOTHER PUNCH TO THE HEAD

YOUR DRiViNG ME iNSANE



YOU MAKE ME WANNA TAKE MY LiFE

i DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO

i KNOW YOUR MY MOTHER

BUT i CAN NEVER FORGiVE YOU