Blows to the head,
One, two, three.
I'd rather have my brains scattered
Than my dreams.
He told me to keep quiet.
That if I made anything resembling a sound,
I'd be sorry.
Little did he know,
I already was.
I promised her I quit this life.
That I would stop begging
For love.
No, for drugs.
I had dreams once.
I wanted to become a writer.
I'd write about where I'd been,
What I'd gone through.
Except I'm still living it.
I slipped, missed a payment.
Forgot some, here and there.
I ended up bleeding on a sidewalk,
Drenched in fear.
I wonder what she'd think
If she saw me this way,
Battered and beaten,
Like a stray.
I wonder what I would have accomplished
If I just listened, and stayed
With her.
If only I just listened to her.
But now all I can hear is
My heartbeat pounding in my ears
And the countless blows to my head,
One, two three.
The sound of a man
Beating the life out of me.
And then I slowly feel the last of my dreams
Slip away.
In *ones, two's, and three's.