Beaten down, torn and tattered
Do you care? Do I matter?

I hope I'll know in the end
My crying soul to the devil I send

I grab a knife and watch the blood pour
I ask myself, " Do you care anymore?"

I hear the anguish and screams of the dead
I'm raped and battered, I'm chained to my bed

I weakly look up to a pair of red eyes
He's felt my pain and heard my cries

I wake up screaming, the nightmare is done
But I see something sway, a small body's been hung

I look at the face and fall to my knees
I scream to the heavens, I realize it's me

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