You came home with flowers, hoping I'd forget,
That you gave me this black eye and split lip.
Last night you put your hands around my throat,
I could hardly breathe, I cried as my heart broke.

You say sometimes you want to kill me,
And I think, 'Well, that would set me free.'
You jerk me, grab and bruise my arm,
Then you say, 'I'm sorry, I meant you no harm.'

Why don't you just set me free?
There's no way you can really love me.
I'm here on bended knees,
Begging you, 'Please stop abusing me.'

I want you to know with your next hit,
That's all I'll take, that's it.
I know they'll put me in jail,
But this bullet is going to send you to hell.

By: Janice Jarnagin
Copyright: May, 2002