As you walked through that door
With the smell of liquor fresh on your tongue
The anger of a man in your heart
You made me halt and muse
Will he ever quit?
My lover lost in the world of *****
Addicted to the lost feeling in the soul
Numbness that came with it all
But as he drank bottle after bottle
He forgot
He forgot me
His beautiful wife
He would come and plot
Which object should I beat her with tonight?
Should I throw he out the window?
Or should I take the time to hurt her slowly and painfully?
Just so I can hear her beautiful cry of pain
I knew what he was going to do tonight
But as the scared little fool that I was
I would just back down not say a word
Take the beating as it was my own fault
For being born
For living my life without a care
For letting him in
For letting him hurt me
For letting him lock me up
For letting him drink
For letting him **** me...
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
As you walked through that door
With the smell of liquor fresh on your tongue
The anger of a man in your heart
You made me halt and muse
Will he ever quit?
My lover lost in the world of *****
Addicted to the lost feeling in the soul
Numbness that came with it all
But as he drank bottle after bottle
He forgot
He forgot me
His beautiful wife
He would come and plot
Which object should I beat her with tonight?
Should I throw he out the window?
Or should I take the time to hurt her slowly and painfully?
Just so I can hear her beautiful cry of pain
I knew what he was going to do tonight
But as the scared little fool that I was
I would just back down not say a word
Take the beating as it was my own fault
For being born
For living my life without a care
For letting him in
For letting him hurt me
For letting him lock me up
For letting him drink
For letting him **** me...
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