Small
Buried underneath the skin
Every box you tried to put me in
Could not show you now what is really inside
All the promises; why did you lie?
Upon my face you laid your hand
Sent me into a forbidden land
Every night the same routine
I tried to see that you weren't mean
Love, a word difficult to define
Oscillating between excuses in my mind
Violent ending, yes, I know,
Everything would've been better if I would have let you go
Years later, there still are scars
Only now I can see the stars
Under the monster that you truly are
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