Why do I cringe when you raise your hand
What's going on in my little head
What makes me run to my la la land
Could it be something you did
It doesn't matter
The bruises
The scars
They're not yours to carry
They fuel the fire inside
My strive to survive
and one day
While you are comfortable sleeping in bed
I'll come in kiss you good bye then bash in your head
So go ahead
Raise your hand
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