You cry as you lay in the fetal,
I cry as you lay in the fetal -
Raised fists and bruises all over,
I’m sorry for this.
I cannot control my emotions,
And rage gets out of control -
Raised fists and bruises all over,
I’m so sorry for this.
I never wanted to be your Chris Brown,
Never wanted you to be my Rhianna -
But what can I do now?
What the hell am I to do?
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