A mother crys,
Her baby dies,
She lost her home,
She lost her car,
She broke her heart,
Her dreams are dead,
Her life long since gone.
He comes home, so late at night
Drunk as hell,
He screams and yells at Her,
He hits and kicks Her,
He cuts and rapes He,
He doesn't give a shit for her,
But I do.
He's a goddamn bastard,
It's true.
She stares at the scars on her wrist,
Thinking of the life she once had,
She used to be so beautiful,
She used to be so young,
When did she get so old?
She used to be so free,
Dancing the night away,
Till one day,
He came,
And took it all away.
He charmed Her,
He made Her laugh,
She thought he loved her,
She knew she loved him,
But she was son young,
She had no idea,
Who was waiting around the bend,
Now he's a god damn bastard,
It's true,
He doesn't care about her,
But I do.
He doesn't love her,
But I do.
It's true.
If I could go back,
I'd tell you,
Don't let him touch you,
Don't let him get near you.
I wish I could go back,
And give you some wings,
So maybe one day,
You could have flown far away.
God, I wish I could have saved you,
But, you're six feet under,
so instead...
I'll join you.
