Cover It Up
When I make him angry
He grabs onto my wrists
And rips me apart
With his white-knuckled fists
But I’ll cover it up
So the bruises won’t show
And Brandon can stay happy
Because he’ll never know
When I make him angry
He hits with his fists
And crushes my will
So that I won’t resist
But I’ll put make-up on
So the bruises won’t show
And my mom can stay happy
Because she’ll never know
When I make him angry
He hits with his words
I feel them all strike me
Names that I don’t deserve
But I’ll put on a smile
So the bruises won’t show
And my friends can stay happy
Because they’ll never know
When I try to leave him
He tells me he’ll die
He can’t kill himself
I’ve still got to try
And I’ll stand back up
So the bruises won’t show
And Brandon can stay happy
Thinking I’ll never go
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