Overthrowing what one thought was love

Bruised and battered, I take my stand.

I'm running to a foreign land.

Headaches, Heartaches, Foreign tongue,

You fill my life, I fill your lungs.

You reach out, grab me, hold me close

but I told you I'm leaving. Our relationship's gross.

You hit me, shove me, knock me down,

but I know that I'm not alone now.

I stand up to you, brush off the dirt

Being taken control of, didn't you know it hurt?