Can't hide the hand marks on her neck
The signals he can't keep in check
That cheap excuses conceal
Weak lies the glue that peels away
Now creeping doubts when thoughts are stray
But her suspicions are real
Connected when he let slip his mistake
And wondered how much more abuse she would take
Rejected his violent words she won't hear
Beneath ice a mask that buries the fear
Broken as she turns away
She smells the bourbon on his breath
The scent of slow decay and death
Her blood runs blue
It always starts on nights like these
When the chance has passed for begging "Please"
There's not much left she can do
Can hide the hand marks on her neck
Bound with scars she can't correct
It's time to choose the man or the life she will lose
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