Trust Betrayed |
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The next blow comes you start to shake, This is real theirs nothing fake. Its quiet now every things fine, You think you recognise the signs. It wasn't fine,somethings snapped, You've been lured into a trap. What is it,what have l done?, This isn't how you love someone. You see it now you get the gist, This week a slap next week a fist. This isn't what you think its her hitting him, I want to help but things look dim. You always listen to her excuses, she says she's sorry for the abuses. She says she won't do it again, I'm afraid they always say the same. You're a man you feel embarrassed and shame, Of course that's all part of the game. Speak out my friend and do it fast, Please let that punch be the last. Sarah. |