To be held, to be kissed, to feel wanted

It must be a curse to want to be liked by others

To be hit, to be bruised, to be cold hearted

Aren't we supposed to treat one another as brothers

To be loved, to be hugged, to be their ray of sunshine

Why must you make a person feel so small

To be outrun, outdone, and then make them whine

Why can't you leave them standing tall

To be stabbed by your knife, to be a toy in your despicable life

I can't believe the abuse depicted

To be absorbed into your life as a wife, to be with such a lowlife

I just can't believe all the damage that's going to be afflicted