Her skin is seemless,
And her heart is embroidered with strings,
When his fingers trail along her hips,
Her body cries a deafening symphony,
She submits to his orders,
Lets him do what ever he desires,
Sometimes the strings tangle themselves around her neck,
And the rope turns her skin into fire,
She can feel the destruction in his palms,
As he holds her down to the stone floor,
But he says he'll never do again,
And he'll stop when she screams 'No more!"
And the manipulation dominates a compliant mind of a puppet,
As she is taken as a fool,
Cause when liquor touches his lips,
She is used as a tool,
And she forgives him again,
But she's knows deep down,
That the beast in his soul,
Can never be tamed,
He will lash out,
paint her black and blue,
And tattoo his nails into her thighs,
She will be left with the image of him,
Stained on her mind,
She's a puppet tied up in strings,
She's a girl trapped behind bars,
She will soon sever the rope,
And run away far,
She will soon be safe,
Whilst he rots away for what he did,
She will grow beautiful with her children,
And keep her faith.
And I know a girl who has lived this story,
I know her quite well,
She's stands in my mirror,
With her stories to tell.
And a new man with a soft touch,
Plants kisses on her cheek,
As she smiles whilst she places his hand on her stomach,
And he feels his child's heartbeat.
