What Are You To Him?

What are you to him?
His punch bag, beating post
He's a real man, with his mates
Likes to see who can drink the most

Comes home out of his head
Throws punches at you till you bleed
And you convince yourself he gives
You the one thing you need

How many more bruises
How many more broken bones?
How many more like you …
Imprisoned in their own homes?

I don’t know why you stay
I do know you're very afraid
He says he'll kill you if you go
You're his toy, his punch bag and his maid

What is your life, if anything now?
I tell you this, you are not living any more
What are you to him? List one good thing
And that you can stay for …

But you pause and realize
He has you only to vent his anger and hate
I tell you now, from the other side
Escape, before it's too late

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005