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She wipes the tears out of her eyes
And then she gets into the shower
Thereâs bruises on her thighs
She sits there scrubbing for an hour
She canât remove the smell
A crimson trail goes down the drain
This canât be hell
Not even hell can manufacture this much pain
she dries herself
she combs her hair
sheâs got the courage of a solider
she puts on clothes
and then she swears
that someday when sheâs older
sheâs gonna disappear and melt away
and all her dreams
and stop this endless stream of violent tears
and stifled silent screams
She blames herself when he is mad
She thinks sheâs done something bad
She think itâs normal to be sad
-shadows-
We are the shadows of the abused
Of the neglect
of the beaten and bruised
we are the misfits
we are the lost
We are the broken
We pay the cost
She lays in bed
her eyes are closed
she pretends that sheâs fast asleep
The door is cracked, a silhouette enters the room
and starts to creep
she holds her breath,
she squints her eyes
she bites her lip
gives off a tear
she tries to slip away
to somewhere in her mind and disappear
She feels a hand over her mouth
and knows sheâs not to make a sound
she reaches for her teddy bear
but teddyâs knocked onto the ground
Every second feels like hours
Every night goes on for weeks
she tries to wipe the stench of
cigarettes and whiskey of her cheeks
Why do you hurt her inside?
You are supposed to provide!
You piece of trash
you need to die
I hope you die
We are the shadows of the abused
Of the neglect
of the beaten and bruised
we are the misfits
we are the lost
We are the broken
We pay the cost
We are survivors
and we have a choice
we have the right
to let out a voice
we wonât go quietly into the night
weâre here to stay
and weâll stay to fight.
We are the shadows of the abused
Of the neglect
of the beaten and bruised
we are the misfits
we are the lost
We are the broken
We pay the cost
I think itâs time we find a new solution
a revolution
weâre done with this war
I think itâs time we take back
what is ours
Letâs heal the scars
WE WONâT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
We are the shadows of the abused
Of the neglect
of the beaten and bruised
we are the misfits
we are the lost
We are the broken
We pay the cost
We are survivors
and we have a choice
we have the right
to let out a voice
we wonât go quietly into the night
weâre here to stay
and weâll stay to fight.
We are the shadows of the abused
We are the empty shell of the used
we are the damaged
alone in a crowd
Weâve got things to say
And weâll say them out loud
We are discarded
But we still have dreams
We cry on the inside and we hide our screams
But we escaped
We survived and weâre free
Itâs time for a change
Letâs do things differently
We are the shadows
of the abused
We are the shadows
of the abused