I'm just gonna sit,
In this dark pit,
While I'm being hit.
Why won't you quit?
I can't stand this abuse.
It has no use.
You scream and shout.
I'm going to get out.
Then you pout.
Now, I'm in doubt.
You say you don't choose.
But then you use.
This tourcher is unbearable.
I need a miracle.
I need to be careful,
So as not to be tearful.
I'm beaten and bruised,
And so tired of being used.