Fight me.

I rolled over, there sat a face i didn't know.
I shook him but he would not wake, his body felt so cold.
I remember when he told me i was beautiful and left the morning after that
for a dancing girl in a lacey gown.

Springtime came but the snow did never melt
and through the icy window's glass i saw what it was he felt.
An ugly girl with dark long hair who couldn't hold a smile
and whose eyes were red with what appeared to be
tears of a broken child.

She danced in her underware around her dull dark room.
She loved the way she looked with eyes of black and blue.
When he hit her she cried so hard but knew he loved her more
for afterall she wore his ring and symbol she won't be ingnored.

And now no man will look her way, her bruises haven't healed.
She still dances in her underware and remembers how you feel.
The way you left, the way you stayed just long enough to gain
the trust that you abused and lost because to you love's just a game.