It's amazing what hands can do
they can cuddle you
they can comfort you
they can be used to love you
but hands can also be evil
they can be used to hurt you
they can create painful memories
and most of all,hands can leave bruises

Every-time he hits me
Every-time he leaves a bruise
I feel like I´m losing it
I don´t cry
I don´t make a sound
I don´t say a word
not because I don want to
but because he seems to enjoy it more when i scream or cry

I am fine,
I am fine,
Even though
It's not mine.

Just LISTEN
Let me SPEAK
I’m breaking down and
I just want to SCREAM
Just so you would HEAR me
For once!

But instead I c r y.

You're grown now

You can't cry

I wont allow

So don't you dare try

I know deep down you wanna bawl

But you're grown, you're grown

If you let go, it'll be a waterfall

So claim your throne

Because up there

You're gonna have to bare