The sting of pain,
The haunting recoil,
You don’t want to hear the next words that come out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, babe.
I didn’t mean to.”
You know as well as I this isn’t true.
“I’ll never do it again.”
You know he will.
You know.
You know.
You know he’s going to wake up in the morning and find you,
Find out something you’ve done.
He’s going to say it’s wrong,
That you were all wrong.
He’s going to pull back his hand,
You know what’s coming.
You always said that no guy was ever going to do this to you.
What happened to my best friend that never took any shit from anyone?
She was strong.
She knew that she mattered.
Now who are you?
You know.
You know.
You’re scared and you’re alone.
You’re frightened and you’re isolated.
You think that you’re alone.
But are you?
You know.
You know.
I’m here but you don’t care.
You say you love him.
That he loves you.
What’s the truth?
You know.
You know.