Can't they see those marks on her skin
Carved in her flesh
Wounds and bruises
Can be healed
But inside gashes
Will remain in her, in herself
Run, run
Run, run
Run, run
But they can't see anything
They can't read on her face
Her pain is in vain
And for every mark
And for every scar
What they're feeling inside
It's unfair
Unfair
And they persist in lying
They persist in denying
They do this all the time
It's unfair
Unfair
