In a world painted black

I walk down this street,
In a world painted black,
Walking at your pace,
You have a gun to my back!

Holding my arm tightly,
Afraid I will run.
You slow me down,
Again with that gun!

Pacing the streets,
In a world painted black,
You start to talk,
Hitting me, this is an attack!

All I hear is "to the ground",
I try to fight.
I try to mutter.
All I can to is fall with fright!

Will I see tomorrows sunlight?
In this world painted black?
He hits me hard,
The world goes white.

In this world painted white,
I hold no fear,
I know hes still there,
I can feel him so near.

I start to shake,
And I start to tremble,
As I began to wake,
Back in to this horrid place.

Held captive by you single gun.
Afraid to die or I would run!
Who know how long I was out?
Who know what he did with me?

In this world painted black,
Not a person to care,
With his gun in my back,
I start to swear.

My body is sore,
My hair is a mess,
I dont know why,
He picked me instead of the rest?

He tries to hold my close
To kiss away my fears
Only...
In this world painted black