She wipes the tears out of her eyes,
And then she gets into the shower.
There's bruises on her thighs,
She's in there scrubbing for an hour.
She can't remove the smell,
A crimson trail goes down the drain.
This can't be Hell,
Not even Hell can manufacture this much pain.
She drys herself, she combs her hair,
She's got the courage of a soldier.
She puts on clothes, and then she swears
That someday when she's older,
She's going to disappear
And melt away in all her dreams,
And stop this endless night of violent tears
And stifled silent screams.
She blames herself when he's mad,
She thinks she's done something bad,
She thinks it's normal to be sad.
We are the shadows of the abused,
Of the neglected, the beaten and bruised.
We are the misfits, we are the lost,
We are the broken, we paid the cost.
She lays in bed, her eyes are closed,
She pretends that she's fast asleep.
The door is cracked,
A silhouette enters the room
And starts to creep.
She holds her breath, she squints her eyes,
She bites her lip, gives off a tear.
She tries to slip away to somewhere
In her mind and disappear.
She feels a hand over her mouth,
She knows she's not to make a sound.
She reaches for her teddy bear,
But Teddy's knocked onto the ground.
Every second feels like hours,
Every night goes on for weeks.
She tries to wipe the stench of cigarettes
And whisky off her cheeks.
Why do you hurt her inside?
You are supposed to provide!
You piece of trash, you need to die!
I hope you die!!!
We are the shadows of the abused,
Of the neglected, the beaten and bruised.
We are the misfits, we are the lost,
We are the broken, we paid the cost.
We are survivors and we have a choice,
We have the right to let out our voice.
We won't go quietly into the night,
We're here to stay and we'll stay to fight!
We are the shadows of the abused,
Of the neglected, the beaten and bruised.
We are the misfits, we are the lost,
We are the broken, we paid the cost.
I think it's time we find a new solution,
A revolution, we're done with this war.
I think it's time we take back what is ours,
Let's heal the scars, we won't take this anymore!
We are the shadows of the abused,
Of the neglected, the beaten and bruised.
We are the misfits, we are the lost,
We are the broken, we paid the cost.
We are survivors and we have a choice,
We have the right to let out our voice.
We won't go quietly into the night,
We're here to stay and we'll stay to fight!
We are the shadows of the abused,
We are the empty shell of the used.
We are the damaged, alone in the crowd,
We've got things to say and we'll say them out loud.
We are discarded but we still have dreams,
We cry on the inside and we hide our screams.
But we escaped, we survived, and we're free,
It's time for a change, let's do things differently.
We are the shadows of the abused!
We are the shadows of the abused!