Then, there were nights that my body froze in bed,
memories made then were the worst I ever had.
There were days so cruel that I almost turned to dust,
being the ember to his all-consuming lust.
Then, there was more violence and cruelty than should exist.
And whenever I tried to stand up and clench my fist,
he just hurt me even worse and so much deeper,
making the path to myself stonier and steeper.
Then, I was caught up in the net he tried to weave
but I finished crying the instant I made him leave.
He was history with the slamming of that door,
and I tried to pick myself up from the floor.
I cannot remember when or how,
'cause I buried it all inside me with a vow.
I never wasted any time on him since then,
yet he's creeping up my mind over again.
Now, when you touch me like this,
or let me taste your sweet kiss,
I cannot help but see
it all coming back to me.
or let me taste your sweet kiss,
I cannot help but see
it all coming back to me.
Now, when I hold you tight
in the cold and dark night,
I long to deny the fact,
but it's all creeping back...