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You donít know it but you
Touched me for the
Last time tonight
It wasnít anything that
You hadnít done before
A little push, a shove
But this time something


You werenít as big as last time
And I didnít cringe as much
When you raised your hand
I donít think I was bigger
Or stronger than before
But you were smaller
And a part of me
Thought gone

Woke up

Grew up
Realized that there
Was more to being me
Than just honouring vows
To a man that no longer exists
Even the dog ran away when you
Started kicking him, he knew he was

Better than that

And now Iíve realized it too
That you donít own me
That you canít own me
I donít have to stay here
I can go find the dog and
We can start over without you
And you can finally be
The one to feel


Signatures are lame. Oops!

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The following comments are for "Alone"
by Capulet

Wow, Scotty. Well done. I know the feelings well, in fact, you have written them as if they were the words tattooed upon many hearts and minds of abuse vitims. Bravo.

(From a Local Fan...we gotta hook up for coffee sometime.)

Robert 242-0397

( Posted by: sota [Member] On: November 1, 2004 )

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