Afterall
It is just one tear-stained cheek
Black mascara running over a swollen lip
And onto the bruise, angry and throbbing
Like his face, when he hit me
It is just one tear-stained cheek
Black mascara running over a swollen lip
And onto the bruise, angry and throbbing
Like his face, when he hit me
And why should it be different
When I can’t love him enough
Can’t give him enough
Can only think of my wants
Of my needs