Bed of Nails

Why should I tremble when you are near?

what should be pleasure, instead is fear

everything is your way... all for you

if I had the courage, I could stop you

when you hurt me..you act like you don't know

you can't pretend that it just doesn't show

the cries, the whimpers, the blocking your hands

theres just no way you can't understand

I do try to tell you 'stop' or 'hey! No'

and you just ignore my sounds of woe

cover my mouth, I bite to get free

inflicting new pain as a payback to me

Sometimes I think I can't stand more

I'd rather be out on the street as a whore

anything has to be better than this..

the pain and the bruises I sure wouldnt miss

I wish I didn't know what the world has to give

it lets me know that this is NOT how to live

I would be better off not knowing, and thinking its fine

to be under control and to hear "your ass is mine"

for it hurts twice as bad to know that its wrong

and to know that there's others out there who are strong

but don't use their strength to hurt and abuse

and wouldn't consider me something to use

I'm better off not knowing there are people elsewhere

who might hold me close and tell me they care

for it makes my heart cry and beg to be free

from the bed of nails you've given to me..