There was a boy I once loved
He was dead as dust.
Warm to the heart,
Cold to the touch.
He told me I was worthless
And so there I laid,
As I waited for the day,
Someone would come to my aide
I screamed and cried
As his anger unleashed.
And so his fist,
Left a mark on my cheek.
He called it \'tough love\'
And maybe it was
He gave me a shove,
And told me to pause--
As my head hit the floor,
I reached for the gauze.
I thought he loved me,
At least in the beginning.
Every time he hit me,
My head started spinning.
After a while,
I knew what to do.
I reached for my bags,
And said, \"I\'m leaving you\"
He tried to swing,
But I stepped away
For this time,
He had no say
I was gone,
And that\'s a fact.
This girl ran…
And never looked back.