Beaten

I thought this fight was over
What else is it you want?
The days are slowly dying
And I'm trying to hold on
'Cause my strength, it's draining out of me
My skin is bitter cold
My back is bleeding by the knife
That you dare not let go

You feed upon my broken soul
You've made me insecure
I see the glares, the smirks, your eyes
These sights, I can't endure
And yet I choose to face you now
Surrounded by your friends
To let you take what's left of me
And bash the bitter ends

My cheek is red and burning
But God's tears will heal it soon
My face is slowly turning
You may slap the other, too

'Cause you can hit me all you want
You may spit upon my face
But in the end, maybe you'll see

That all the shit
you do to me

Won't make you any stronger.