Abusive relationships, need I say more? |
Until the skin turns purple, it’s okay Until the tears burn the cuts, it’s okay Until your lips are bruised And your hands are shaking Until your life is stolen, it’s okay. You said you were sorry Like you always do - Just when she wants to leave And she always comes back to you You believe his lies Because you wish they were true You hide your pain So the world wont judge you Until the skin turns purple, it's okay Until the tears burn the cuts, it's okay You're crying again You're saying you want to die, again But there are still no marks on your skin Can he forgive you again? You can’t look in his eyes You brace for what you know is true He dignifies you with a sneer “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Until your lips are bruised And your hands are shaking Until your life is stolen, it's okay You’re falling now, stunned anew This time it was simply too much You’re dirty in his eyes, on the floor But to his yelling he added his own touch Was he out for blood In this mess, maybe it was you The dissonance played to a golden silence But heard above it all, a final, “I Love You” Until the skin turns purple, it’s okay Until the tears burn the cuts, it’s okay Until your lips are bruised And your hands are shaking Until your life is stolen, it’s okay. |