Pulling Teeth

I’m all busted up
Broken bones and nasty cuts
Accidents will happen
But this time I can’t get up

She comes to check on me
Making sure I’m on my knees
After all she’s the one
Who put me in this state

Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?
I’d better tell her
I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh God she’s killing me

For now I’ll lie around
Hell that’s all I can really do
She takes good care of me
Just keep saying my love is true

Looking out my window for
Someone who’s passing by
No-one knows I’m locked in here
All I do is cry

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