You came home after a night at the bar,

the moon high alongside every shining star,

I brace myself for a night from hell,

you look pissd and I can tell.

 

maybe you'll just go to your room and sleep,

maybe you'll lay down and not make a peep,

this is like hoping I'll stop cutting,

or thinking I will quit smoking.

 

we both know we can't stop it from happening,

but yet I keep praying,

your voice rumbles the ground,

a disturbingly familiar sound.

 

The sounds echo in my head,

I don't remember what you just said,

you turned evil at the flip of a switch,

and I called you a drunk son of a bitch.

 

the night has now begun,

and I know I won't be having fun,

you reach for your drink,

and are pushed to the brink.

 

Glass smashes next the my head,

i have now just made my bed,

I have irritated him to much by breathing,

 now starts the never ending beating.

 

My body is black and blue

but it's really nothing new,

my  head pounding from being throw against the wall,

I make my way to my room stumbling in the hall.

 

The night might be over but I don't sleep,

every small sound even the slightest beep,

I jump from my bed thinking he's coming,

Just another reason I should be running.

 

morning is safe for me,

he won't do it when someone could see,

I dread the darkness of night,

as it will only bring another fight.