Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
It’s where you ought to stay
Well after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar’s just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up while you can, whoa whoa
When you go and would you even turn to say” I don’t love you like I did yesterday”?
I don’t love you MCR
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I tell you what I don’t owe my abusers anything. If anything they owe me.