The smell of whiskey was still on your breath,
I was scarcely an adult, eighteen
How could this world be so mean?
Our relationship had the taste of death.
I prayed to G-d this would end tonight,
Mostly likely in yet another fight

No place to stay or family to turn to,
You held the key to my existence here.
This is the haunting fact that I fear
And in your drunken rage you see right through
Me, this is the last time I will feel
The sting of your hand,
                                     then a flash of steel

The end of your life but the start of mine.
The crimson blotch coming from your chest
Was my freedom, from that moment the rest
Would be mine to take, I knew I would be fine.
Quickly I hold my breath and walk away
For the last time, it was now your turn to decay