The bruises on my body remind me where he’s been
Was this my fault; am I to blame? Or is it all on him?
I can’t say why I feel this way cause I don’t feel at all
I wept and wept, there’s nothing left,
I’m just a living doll
Am I still human? I don’t know…it’s not for me to say.
I’ve been picked up and knocked around and put up on display
The feelings deep inside me; or, you know, lack thereof
Just serve as a reminder of someone’s deep unlove