Bruises, bruises all around,
on my body they were found,
broken bones as I lay in bed,
a ringing pain inside my head,
Thinking about what you’ve done,
hoping that soon the pain will be gone,
my body hurting everywhere,
as you just stand and stare.
Fuzzy vision taking over,
maybe we need a body mover,
because I’m finding myself slipping away,
I’m only a child at the end of the day.