She was a shell, empty and alone
Where could she go? Who could she tell?
Was easier to stay, to accept defeat
Everyone told her, that's the way it should be.
They all looked away, and left her alone
they turned their heads, to any broken bones
They told her to be strong, for that was the plan
Her only goal,should be to please her man
She did her best, She gave it her all
When asked "What happened?" She said, "Oh, Just a fall"
Years went by, she learned to adapt
she learned how not to make him mad
She learned how to please, Just what to say
She learned to make sure, he had a good day
Those looking on could not see? Would not see?
The pain that was so deep inside of her,Was it easier to just look away?
Distance and time, closed for her
there was a hand that, could be reached
A hand with a face, from the past
A hand that only for a short time would last
she held on to that hand, with all her might
she pulled herself up, she learned how to fight
A year has past, and now she sees
just how wonderful life should be
since she met the goody two shoes she dumped
years ago, for the bad ass man.
everything here is what's left when you strip me off the shy layer....
