Filthy shoes on feet chased by nightmares
neverending dream in my sub conscience,
why so hard to let go of this black burden?
why it still weighs so heavily on my shoulders?
Was your punch bag, the target of your frustration,
the object of your twisted sexual game,
I no longer belong to you, I no longer get hurt by you
but why the chains still haunt me in my life
I should let go of your memory, let go of you
you left your scar in me, your burning mark
I can never be what I had been without it
You wounded me deeply and hard
many years I suffered in your hands
was an easy target being smaller than you
I want to let go, I want to release myself of this
Just please go away out of my life!!
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