No away To Tell

There’s no way to tell, 
Just by looking at your outer shell
That you’d raise a hand, 
To make a killing blow. 

There’s no way to see, 
Before you and me, 
What kind of person 
You will be

You raised your fist
Above my head 
Pulled my hair 
Blood you shed 

You cried an apology 
You shed your tears 
But most of all 
You gave me fears. 

I’ve cried more than I should
More that I could 
But I’m tear free
And being me

So you raised your fist 
Above my head 
Pulled my hair 
Blood you shed