so she puts up her make up
bright colors while they should be dark
mask to mask, hide the purple from her face
the bruises might heal but the pain inside remains
she stays up late at night
just to be with her dictator
her life controlled by blindness
she can't see for herself
because the walls keep building
the punches, so much punches
she can't feel, she can't know
what he's doing to her
more and more pain
she can't say no
she needs to feel alive
she needs to feel the bruises
falling into places
hiding the faces
her mask tells her to hide
not to look up at the light
it's waiting for her
a second option
yet she doesn't know
cause he's making her blind
love is making her blind.....
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