"Sister,

Sister,

Give us th:

low-down;

deep-down,

down-'n-dirty

Rap

About what he did to you:

And what we're gonna

have to do about it!"

"Well, you see girls,

It goes like this:

He's looking,

Right through me,

I can sense it,

Without my eyes.

He knows that:

I'm trying,

Putting up with:

His.

Lies.

He knows that was he does is wrong,

But he seems to enjoy it,

He likes to see me writhe

And

won-

der.

What he's doing.

What he's trying.

Who he's with,

Punching fists.

Which girl is he with tonight?

This is seems to be leaning more

towards wrong,

than right.

Than right.

Than right-Than right-Than right.

So now,

Here I am.

Face the spot-light.

I deserve,

How bright-

ly it shines.

On.

My.

Disgraceful:

face.

Oh,

and how I lament,

To you girls.

About how I am

His fool.

But he means the world

To

Me."

"What.

Are you standing for?

Why are you just his puppet?

Don't you see,

This is wrong?

Or do you want

To live your life

This way?

Is this how you want to be,

Left behind,

New-born baby,

In your arms,

late at night,

After just another fight?

He's with another girl,

He's telling her she's his world…

Now,

Is that really what you want?"

Stand up for what you think is right, no matter how much it hurts-hurts-hurts.