My hands are bruised.
My heart is broken.
My eyes are swolen.
My cheek is purple.
My lip is bleeding.
Oh please you ain't no man.
Man don't hit women.
So you can walk your childish a** out the door, and if you don't you'll be personal escorted in the back of a cop's car.
My feelings are hurt.
My thoughts are going crazy.
My life sucks at the moment.
So go away and let me be.
I don't want your love and i never did.
My mom raised me better.
She told me not to stoop to your level, But damn i wish i listened to her better.
She had my hand in hers and never let go, But now i'm afraid i have lost faith.
This ain't the life she made for me. The person she gave birth to has became a slave to a man so he claims.
Now she's alone no one to blame but herself. Cause she left the good road her mom put her on.

This is what the world so calls a man i doubt that man could ever stand without her by his side tonight.
Good night boy cause she aint dying by your hand not today not tomorrow not ever.