The Masochist
She follows in her mother’s footsteps; it’s all she’s ever known
Mentally and physically, her mother seems to show
That Man has power over her, and thus she will not go
And so the little girl has learned all there is to know
That pain from men is something that is sure to make her grow
And so she bows before him like a king upon a throne
All the makeup in the world won’t hide the hurt within
She carries on, cooking, cleaning, and slaving just for him
But all her righteous doings are looked upon as nil
He’ll have her do so much more until he's had his fill
Her fear begins to plague her mind when setting off to bed
That should she leave without any means, she might as well be dead
For loneliness is something that will always make her stay
It does not matter what she does or who she will betray
This is the life she has chosen for herself today
And no one can tell her otherwise, her mistakes must be made
But down the road a path will clear and then she’ll she the light
And that will make her wings grow big and carry her in flight
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