Crawl past your window much too late    You curse at me as you hide your face    A black eye, a scratch across your cheek    Already the second time this week    You say “Get the hell out of here    I don’t want you to see another tear    It’s my fault so don’t try to save me    I’m stronger now than you’ll ever be”\       Every bruise on her arm tells a story    Every night that she cries makes me worry    I intervene but that don’t help    Why don’t I worry about myself       Go back to school and you’re not there    Think of the patches in your hair    Where he pulled you down against the floor    And called you his lovely little whore    I slam my desk and I run out    I’m trying hard to hold it down    A puppet in a world of unfair things    I swear I’m gonna cut the strings       Every bruise on her arm tells a story    Every night that she cries makes me worry    I intervene but that don’t help    Why don’t I worry about myself       You won’t have to live like this    You won’t have to hurt like that    You won’t have to deal with this    You won’t have to cry like that(2x)    You don’t have to do anything at all       Every bruise on her arm tells a story    Every night that she cries makes me worry    I intervene but that don’t help    Why don’t I worry about myself