But fourteen years married,
now I don't care what comes of my life.
The first time he lifted his hand against me,
he knew the blow was hurtful and wrong.
sorry love, sorry all the night long.
The next time he lifted his
I thought I'd provoked him, I
The next time, the next time,
I told no one, cause I was ashamed.
When anything crossed him, I got his fist
If dinner was late, he slapped me around
With begging and pleading,
Nothing would do till I'm on the ground
My mum come in, she seen I was crying,
seen I was cut and bruised
all smiling and charming,
says all she does is spend and tell lies.
My friend heard me screaming,
If I go quiet, that makes him rage
If I turn and run, he's hunting me down
I says, why do you hit me?
I followed his journey all
would nearly dissolve me.
When he walked in my judgment was calm.
I know there's two sides to every question
I may be wrong and he may be right
But he's got just two ways
One is his left, the other his right
the police seldom challenge
after the altar a wife's on her own.
I wonder, I cry, I pray, I may die.
I lose my kids if I've got no home.
sometimes it seems our marriage
And then in the night I'm lying
how soon will his fists be at me again.
I thought I was dead and glad to be free
If I kill myself, at least I'll die easy
the floors and walls echo,
nothing reminds me of comfort or home.