Saturday, 8 May 2010

Behind Closed Doors

'Cant tell anyone, cant let them know
Its all my fault, i shouldn’t go
It will get better of that im sure,'
I tell myself as i get up off the floor.
My babies are scared, i know when its starts,
The pain etched in eyes and hearts
But if i leave i cant take them with me,
So i'll stay, this is how my life will be....
I’m starting to run out of excuses,
To explain the cuts and bruises
I wonder why i cant be fucking strong
What did i do that’s so fucking wrong?
What did i do to deserve this life?
To be beaten by my beloved wife
I'll leave one day i know I can
But there’s a stigma when a woman beats a man

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