Sandra Wiebe - Betten'n Battered

My tears run down unhidden
From all the times you had hit me
But most of all you don’t
Remember, but I do, I remember every time
You hit me, kicked me, gave me burses,
Screamed at me, but the thing is I pity the next
Girl you find, will she end up like me
Batten, battered, lying here on the ground, wishing
That I didn’t fall for you’re looks.

Sandra Wiebe

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