A bruise on my arm
a scratch on my leg
a bump on my head
as i sit there and beg

My heart is pounding
the tears flow bright and red
i ask what i have done for this
as i lay there lifeless or dead

I try to call for help
but my voice won't scream
i think "This is the end of us"
Why is he so mean?

I try to fight back
but i fall once more
everything goes quiet
and he walks out the door

I wash my face
to remove the blood on my lips
this is the end
I'm so tired of this!

so I dial the phone
to tell him we're through
afrain he'll come back
and i won't know what to do

After i hang up the phone with him
i just sit there and wait
he never showed up
and it got very late

The weeks go by
suddenly months drift away
he's outta my life
but this memory will stay

The marks start to leave
but my life will never be the same
and for some strange reason
I STILL this i'm the one to blame
 
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