Two bottles of wine
Disguised by dude I feel fine
No I don't because my love I left behind
Mistreated and accused
Physically and verbally abused
I know I'm to accuse
I'll never ask for more than you to understand
That sometimes I'm just a man
At a young age saw fear as manipulation
Which created such internal complication
My father's hand at my throat like a knife
Always and fearlessly threatening my life
If only people could see the path I've walked to do
They'd gain the understanding of what I've also been through