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Big purple bruises and third degree burns

You'd have thought by then I would have learned

No matter what I did, no matter what I'd say

He'd take it out of context and beat me anyway



He was never ever sober, when he was, he wasn't home

Friends say I should've ran away when he left me all alone

If I left, I know he would've only tracked me down

He'd have killed me if he'd found me on the other side of town



He locked me in the closet once, afraid that I would leave

But I have claustrophobia and soon I couldn't breathe

Things got really hazy and I think that I passed out

I don't remember when he opened the door and let me out



Then there were the burns he put on the backside of my hands

How could I have promised love to this wife-beating man?

I had always wanted kids, but he took that away

When he pushed me down the stairs and killed our baby just last may



One time he nearly drowned me, when he pulled me out I cried

So he pushed me back in the water, how I wished I would have died

He yelled at me some more that night and pushed me against the wall

I ended up in the hospital right after my big fall



So there I was in a hospital gown and an I.V. in my arm

With a man who, once upon a time, had promised me no harm

I later filed charges and now he's serving time

I wonder where I would be now if I'd waited down the line



I know I should've called the cops when he made me lose our child

But he said it was an accident and the alcohol made him wild

Why didn't I do it sooner? Why did I wait so long?

Thank you, God, for finally giving the courage to be strong



The bruises all have faded, the burns are mearly scars

I can finally say I'm happy now, and safely out of harm

But one day he'll get out of prison and I know what he'll do

So all you ladies out there, please don't let him hurt you too