CRIPPLED

Written by: belinda morgan

I hide my eyes                                                                                                              when you come around                                                                                                  i  struggle with the wickedness                                                                                        i am shaken by your devil cries                                                                                        i am tormented, your words bring rayless days                                                                my sanity is weak, slightly slipping                                                                               out of love i pray and hold on                                                                                         you stomp on my soul, always tripping                                                                             i thought about leaving                                                                                                   but i am froze with fear                                                                                                   so i remain in this hell                                                                                                    chained to words that circle and smear