she knows what this will bring
she can already feel the sting
of the slap that's sure to come
but she's just too tired to run
last night's beating should've been the last
one wrong word and it was happening so fast
hands around her throat, hard to breathe
because she said it was time for her to leave
and he thinks of her as a possession
the object of his anger, his obsession
long sleeved shirts and sunglasses only go so far
to hide all the bruises and all the scars
lying to everyone, each time a new excuse
but she's running out of reasons for this abuse
and she finds the dark, there's comfort there
and she's just too weak to care
that this may be the end of her life
her only crime was being his wife