Been Afraid

Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/
 With a maglight right beneath her pillow/
 And though shes never been a boxer by choice/
 Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/
 Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/
 Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/
 Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/
 And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/
 Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/
 But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/
 But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/
 Plus he dont wanna go home either/
 Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/
 Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/
 Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/
 Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/
 Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/
 Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/
 Somethin or/ something that he read/
 Caught her right beneath the armor/
 Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/
 Aint no way he could harm her/
 When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
 Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
 Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/
 When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
 Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
 Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/
 Shes in the weather the whole storm/
 Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/
 Quick out the door no note no forlorn/
 Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/
 But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/
 How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/
 But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/
 With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/
 And boy similar/ noise minimal/
 Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/
 Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/
 Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/
 And sorta scared they could lose this/
 Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/
 But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/
 Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/
 And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/
 Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/
 She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/
 This is the first time she ever felt touched/
 That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/
 That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/
 Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/
 Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/
 Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/
 And she know that/ and she know that/
 And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/
 He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/
 Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/
 And even if its like the deck has been stacked/
 Its not an act hes really loving her back/
 Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/
 She says that with her grown up voice/
 Im yours now/ just like a child/
 Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/
 I love you/ they say that with they lips/
 never raise your hand/
 He says that with her grown up voice/
 Im yours now/ just like a child/
 Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/
 I love you/ they say that with they lips/
 When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/
 Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
 Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/
 When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/
 Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
 Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/