Bruised - Abused

I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away No more pounding hate games and left for dead Despicable games you hurtfully play Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded At last truth uncovered, my life to keep I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away Realization dawns, head reels pulse slows – weep Despicable games you hurtfully play Spewing fountains a gargoyle, I fall asleep No more pounding hate games and left for dead Losing him, unknown future lies ahead Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded