The way he looks at me
Makes me feel like I matter
And the tears I cry
When he’s around
Make me feel a little better

And that hand of his
It loves to hit my face
But it’s really quite soft
And I love the way
It puts me in my place

The bruises I can cover
With makeup and clothes
The blood on my shirt
I’ll leave for a while
As evidence it really flows

I get on his nerves
I ask too many questions
He gets mad at me
But it’s because of love…
That’s why he threatens

It was love that made him do it
I know that for a fact
I’m always in the way
I was never good enough
And that’s why he attacked

I love the feel of satin
Inside my quiet casket
The absence of life
Rosary beads in hand
The wound left by his bullet