How can you be a man
A real man wouldn't put his hands on me
He would use his hands to embrace me
The bruises I hide with make up
The pain I hide with a fake smile
But knowing all the while
That love shouldn't hurt physically
When you say you love me
I end up with a black eye
I deserve better than this
I deserve to be pampered not pounded on
I deserve to be loved and treated like the queen I am
As I pray to God he gives me a way out from this pain
And he gave me a message for you
My wannabe, sad excuse for a man
You reap what you sole and
What goes around comes around
Now I walk with my head held high
My eyes are no longer filled with tears
But with the faith to go on