His words are whips Like the way my father would say my name when he came home after a long dayAnd his hands bound me up like chainsMy father told me that belts were the way of showing his love to meHe used to be different "Baby, I love you."My mom whispered me those four words after he’d leave my room. She told me she’d never let it happen again.I don't remember how this started Me letting go of the control in my lifeIt was more of a gradual change He tells me he loves me as his hand meets my face SMACK"You're beautiful." My father would breathe in my ear as his hands slid down my pants. “This is normal. Me showing my love to you.”Another blow to the cheekI can smell the liquor on his lips Oh how I miss his tender kiss His words are whips And his hands bound me up like chains"You won't do anything."I’d lay helpless in the shower for hours, hoping i could was off the shame of letting him get to meHe always told me he did this to help my self esteemBut why is he acting this way? His words are whipsAnd his hands bound me up like chainsSome days the old him comes around But he only stays for a few daysThen his alter comes out to playOh here comes the real pain, I think"You're lucky I'm with you, no one else would love you."Come on, you know only your mother and I would ever appreciate you for who you are He doesn't let me talk back, says I should stay in my place "Women are good at cooking, it comes naturally, but they need to learn how to treat their man."Ever since a young age, I’ve locked in the room when i wasn’t being used some days His words are whipsAnd his hands bound me up like chains "Come on, slut, tell me who I am."no.I don't answer"I'm talking to you."I stand up"Be careful there."I don't listenMy hands are fists But my face is calm His words are whips And his hands bound me up like chains Walking to the door, without looking back I make my last decision But before my foot left the ground A bullet entered and escaped my mind  His words were whips And his hands bound me up like chains