I could put up with the names and the games

but my heart hurt from repeated battering & lies 

He could tell me he loved me coming from her home

he could tell me the best things looking in my eyes 

when I rose to my feet, I could rise and rise

But my strength was his weakness, so he began to despise 

my laughter and smile, because I refused to cry

I refused to get back on my knees and beg for his kiss

And, I think I'm healthier now but the names and the games

and the lies, accompanied by loving hands I would miss 

only for slight moments in time, before realizing I'm in the past 

And, I know the good is gone but most importantly, 

this is often overlooked, 

the pain never lasts