He tries keeping your mind a wounded thing
For better to bind and clip your wings
You could be tied by many things; but you chose fear
Crippled with doubt and self defeat
Living without identity
You’ve been what he’s allowed, not what you need for years now
You don’t know
What a force that you could be
If you just chose...
Then start running somewhere
Where the truth sets you free
Darling, if you’re done with being under his thumb
Try being someone who has found release
The blood on your smile fills up your mouth
you stay for the child and tough it out
He’s all that you have worth being proud of these days
You hold on to the memory of a man
who you know is gone...
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