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.