Here he comes...

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Sitting by myself,

Always alone these days.

Do you understand the pain…?

 

Standing strong.

Brave and…and silent;

forced to close my mouth,

To not speak.

Got words that could change a nation.

 

But I am not a man,

so I have no voice.

 

Nothing, no voice.

Don’t have a say.

My life is in his hands,

this is my biggest fear.

Every day he grows angrier,

more fierce;

more drunk…

One day there will be no protecting myself.

 

At least there will be freedom of this life.

Just wish someone would stop to listen,

Got words to speak, to scream.

There’s just too much standing in front of me,

Too much fear,

too much darkness.

There’s no way to talk now.

 

To die with everything inside.

With all my words inside,

All the good a single woman could do.

Maybe it wouldn’t do any good.

 

Never will know;

Here he comes now,

This is the end.

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