The noise is too much it's simply way to loud
Why can't they be quiet, at least tone their voices down
Why can't there be a mute button
Just silence no sound
Why is he still around
I keep waiting for the day he's 6 ft under ground
His only friend is the beer in his hand
Swaying back and forth
Hugging the wall
So drunk he can barely stand
He stumbles to the fridge
Opens it
Reaching for his friend
Rage sets in
His friend is gone again
And so he goes to teach her a lesson
A lesson that seems to have no end

Raising his hand then bringing it down
One backhand after another
A too familiar sound
she hides under the cover
Putting her hands over her ears
Trying not to hear
Another beating to her mother

Exhausted and drunk
He stumbles to the bed
Where he finally passes out
She picks herself up off the floor
Walking towards the bedroom door
Not a whimper not a shout
Her mind was made up
There was not a doubt

She opens the drawer
Caresses the score
Smiling
knowing
pain from him would be no more
Her thumb in motion
Her eyes in line
Her finger pulls back
And just like that
His life ran out of time