My hands are tied behind my back
My face, bludgeon beyond recognition
My legs, shattered from the pressures of Earth
And The only thing that hurt most
Is the poison that slipped through your teeth
Your Wicked tongue, and foul manner
I am no match, I cannot stand up to it
I am no match, I cannot look away
I am no match, I cannot fight back

So I'll sit and wait it out
It's all I've ever known.
Greener Pastures, lies!
Why do I do this to myself?