Voice

I heard his voice once before Telling me I'm nothing more My body is all I'm good for I don't have strength to walk out the door  Is it bad I'm used to it I've given him more than a bit Just so I wouldn't get hit I decided to sit Ive been used my whole life My way to cope is with a knife I could never be someones wife Even before my bad life I was 12 the first time I was 14 the second time I was 15 the third time  I was 16 the fourth time Was that all I was good for My body, nothing more Was it safer to walk out the door I've heard it all before His voice was too familiar  But not considered family  His personality to bubbly  This isn't lovely I've heard his voice once before  I didn't think before knocking on the door  Was that all I good for My body nothing more It's probably bad I'm used to it I've given him every bit Only to sit And get hit