You carried me in your arms
You hit mom with your palm
You dragged me on the cold carpeted floor
Thats why mom decided to walk out our door
Now you lie, you dont treat me right
I'm 19 and told me you'd kill me at sight
My back was bruised
but I was too scared and confused
Who is this man that carried me in his arms?
I'm 24 now,
You think I'm a know-how.
Still lie to me,
hurt my feelings constantly.
Begging for your time,
I don't need your dime.
Of all the boys I;ve loved,
I thought you'd be the least that would hurt. #