Crawl past your window much too late
You curse at me as you hide your face
A black eye, a scratch across your cheek
Already the second time this week
You say “Get the hell out of here
I don’t want you to see another tear
It’s my fault so don’t try to save me
I’m stronger now than you’ll ever be”
Every bruise on her arm tells a story
Every night that she cries makes me worry
I intervene but that don’t help
Why don’t I worry about myself
Go back to school and you’re not there
Think of the patches in your hair
Where he pulled you down against the floor
And called you his lovely little whore
I slam my desk and I run out
I’m trying hard to hold it down
A puppet in a world of unfair things
I swear I’m gonna cut the strings
Every bruise on her arm tells a story
Every night that she cries makes me worry
I intervene but that don’t help
Why don’t I worry about myself
You won’t have to live like this
You won’t have to hurt like that
You won’t have to deal with this
You won’t have to cry like that(2x)
You don’t have to do anything at all
Every bruise on her arm tells a story
Every night that she cries makes me worry
I intervene but that don’t help
Why don’t I worry about myself