Like I Never Broke Her Heart

- Been Afraid

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/

With a maglight right beneath her pillow/

And though shes never been a boxer by choice/

Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/

Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/

Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/

Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/

And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/

Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/

But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/

But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/

Plus he dont wanna go home either/

Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/

Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/

Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/

Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/

Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/

Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/

Somethin or/ something that he read/

Caught her right beneath the armor/

Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/

Aint no way he could harm her/

When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /

Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/

Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/

When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /

Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/

Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/

Shes in the weather the whole storm/

Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/

Quick out the door no note no forlorn/

Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/

But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/

How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/

But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/

With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/

And boy similar/ noise minimal/

Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/

Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/

Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/

And sorta scared they could lose this/

Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/

But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/

Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/

And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/

Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/

She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/

This is the first time she ever felt touched/

That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/

That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/

Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/

Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/

Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/

And she know that/ and she know that/

And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/

He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/

Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/

And even if its like the deck has been stacked/

Its not an act hes really loving her back/

Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/

She says that with her grown up voice/

Im yours now/ just like a child/

Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/

I love you/ they say that with they lips/

never raise your hand/

He says that with her grown up voice/

Im yours now/ just like a child/

Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/

I love you/ they say that with they lips/

When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/

Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/

Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/

When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/

Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/

Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/