All of the times you drank whiskey and beer
I became a target as you grew angrier.
With each hour that passed
I knew what my fate would be at last.
You didn't allow me to wear make-up.
Perhaps you was afraid we would break up.
My clothing had to be loose-fitting
or you would take your knife and slit them.
You had to be in control of everything
or you would beat me like I wasn't worth anything.
It took all of my courage to runaway
but I'm free from fear today.