How Naive Was I
How naive was I to think that things would ever change?
How naive was I thinking that things wouldn’t just be the same?
My mind was playing an evil game, of which I didn’t know,
I convinced myself that his anger wouldn’t ever show.
But tonight I saw that different side
The one you always try to hide, scared and alone confused and hurt
I listen to the apologies your as you rip my shirt.
You punch and punch but they no longer hurt.
There is no-one I can tell, you made sure of that
I’m on my own without any friends in this tiny squalid flat.
I’ve no one to blame but myself, because I chose you
Thinking that you had changed but now I know that’s not true.
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