not anymore
She sits in front of a cracked mirror
Applying make-up to hide the scars of her past
She remembers the torment of her childhood
The tornado winds of destruction whipping through her life
Leaving her stuck in a cycle of desperation
She hears the crying of her baby
And a tear rolls down her cheek
Wishing she didn't have to do this
All she wants is someone who will treat her with respect...as an equal
A love that doesn't hurt
As she slips into a short black dress
She dreams of a day when she is not ashamed
Applying make-up to hide the scars of her past
She remembers the torment of her childhood
The tornado winds of destruction whipping through her life
Leaving her stuck in a cycle of desperation
She hears the crying of her baby
And a tear rolls down her cheek
Wishing she didn't have to do this
All she wants is someone who will treat her with respect...as an equal
A love that doesn't hurt
As she slips into a short black dress
She dreams of a day when she is not ashamed
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