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Violent Love

Battered and bruised, bloody and sore
no graceful way to get up off of the floor
sometimes I don't think I can take anymore
and this is love?

you twist my words to fit your need
at my feet you lay this dirty deed
I suppose I make myself bleed?
and this is love?

Your vow to love honor and obey
certainly didn't get in your way
and the words you falsely say-
you're sorry ?

Someday I'll learn not to fight back
Someday maybe, I'll develop tact
I won't be punished for what you lack
till the day I die

Everyone says-"Leave for your life"
I shouldn't be scared to be your wife
a marriage filled with anger and strife
and this is love?

Maybe someday I'll get out of this mess
pack up the kids, change my address
a life of serenity instead of stress
but- not today

It's your problem this anger you carry
that "look" on your face that makes me wary
and asking myself, why did we marry?
just to fight?

You've broken my ankle, my jaw and cheekbone
hit me with fists, your feet and the phone
Oh God, here I'm feeling so alone
with you

I know in my heart someday this will end
and I no longer will have to defend
the fact that I love you- and you are my friend
-this is love...

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