You beat me black and blue,
you cut me deep in my wound,
you crack my tunes,
turn them into dangerous lines,
you keep me locked away,
in this dark cave,
my heart locked by ice,
"you hold the key",
no one can break the chains,
what more can you do?
People talk to me,
I'm scared to look,
what are they going to say?
I'm scared to talk back,
what would I say?
they see the bruises the scars,
but my words never come out,
I'm afraid...
I wish I was invisible,
what would it matter anyway?
You would only miss,
beating me black and blue,
cracking my tunes,
So what would the problem be?
If I sacrificed my tunes?
After all you hold the key,
I cannot see,
you paint a mask,
on my life,
everyone cannot see,
that your beating me black and blue...