"He hit me and it felt like a kiss"

I now realize I have the disease.

But I'm not alone

"He hit me and it felt like a kiss"

I can't help it

That's how I was raised

That's what I was taught

He knows best for me

If he doesn't punish me for my wrongdoing

How will I ever learn?

He just wants me to be my best.

People say he's bad

And I'm crazy

But they don't know him like I do

They don't see it like I do.

It doesn't matter how they see it.

They'll never understand.

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