Tough Love
As she lays in her coffin
So pale, so still
She thinks to the time
He took his first thrill
And now that its done
She asks herself why
She never had the strength
To tell him goodbye
Leaving her family
And the friends who cared
For a grotesque man
Who never stopped and stared
Why couldn't I leave
Like he left me
Broken and battered
On the ground to bleed
Her voice screams in her head
HELP ME HELP ME
I PLEAD AND I BEG
But no one can her
They're all dead
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