Its twelve at night
And i lay in fright
Thinking of what happened
Eariler that night
You yelled at me
and i yelled back
But you were wrong
If you thought your fist
Would put me in my place
It only made tears pour down my face
Later on you say sorry
I dont think its sincere
Your just telling me
What you think i wanna hear
One thing you dont understand
It only makes me run from you
In Fear

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