The Life I Chose To Live
Those hands touched me again
The vile, disgusting hands
I flinch every time they come near me
But no one outside understands
They tell me I am so lucky
To have a man like him who loves me so much
If only they knew the truth
That I cower and convulse at his touch
He sickens me just by looking at him
I can't stand the man at all
He makes me do things I hate
And then makes me take the fall
He says that he is sorry
After each time he wages war on my body
But I no longer believe him
He is just a liar who abuses me constantly
One day this story will end
And the outcome won't be a happily ever after
It will be the tragic kind
With tears in place of laughter
But don't feel bad for me or this life I have
I chose this a long time ago
I thought it was what I deserved
And so I stayed until it was too late to go
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