The way you lie

He turns up the volume on the radio. My heart drops.

Rihanna's voice drowns my screams as his fists meets my face.

I land hard, wood floor. I spit blood. I feel his heat hovering over me.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry.

He grabs my ponytail and drags me towards the bedroom.

But thats alright, Because I love the way you lie.

While he's on top of me, I think of his promises, the only time I seen him cry.

I love the way you lie.

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