Men like Jesse never change,
Their love's a twisted game,
Abusing those they claim to cherish,
In ways that bring them shame.

Do his scars not mark your skin,
A reminder of his cruel sin?
Does his love feel like a prison,
Or are you ready to begin?

He'll never care for you,
Even as your blood runs through,
He'll pretend to be your savior,
But his heart is black and blue.

Is your soul in his grip,
Does he hold your hope for life?
Are his hands a place of...