Every woman has had a bad man in their life
and mine was treating me wrong
so foolish and unkind
to deserve the marks of your big man hands
all over my thighs
bruised, black and blue
I'm sure you can relate
and when I'm alone now
the dark makes me irate
I remember the feeling of love
the warmth from your laugh
the way that you used to hold my hand
as we walked through the park
bruised, black and blue
my body your canvas to break
I'm all alone now
and it is better this way
setting free,
running as fast as my feet will carry me
setting free
running as fast as my feet will carry me
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