Bruise

I don't really know... I guess I'm just tired and exhuasted and just sick of the bull that goes around. So, I just wrote something, nothing great. It's short and there's a cuss word in it, it's just what it is.

Throw me the punches, one, two, three

Give ‘em to me baby, one more time please

I can take the hurts, the pains

I don’t want you’re pity, you’re sanity

I want justification and liberty.

Bruise me, inside and out

Go ahead and tempt me to cry

I’m so full of lies.

I’m only so strong

And trust me... I’m not...

I know I sound like a hypocrite.

I know that sometimes... I can be a bitch

I know I’m not nearly as Godly as I hope to be.

Really, all I want is freedom and liberty.