(This is the one that is blank)She Cries Tears Of Blood
Hoping that when he went out at night,
He would come back
With a gun
To end it all,
She accepts her beatings.
The burns on her hands;
The cuts on her face
Are the worst of the best.
She cries tears of blood.
Her pillow couldn't be more stained.
She seeks for his abuse,
But regrets the secret she has to hide.
The yelling.
The fights.
Nothing ever done right.
He would hunt her down
If she ever escaped his prison.
The door that is his fist
Prevents her escape.
The window is the night that he's gone,
From where she sees freedom.
One day he'll go too far
And his lethal hands will be cuffed.
She'll be carried away in an ambulance;
Leaving her soul behind.
