Everytime He Hits Me...

Every morning she wakes,
and she only thinks of him.
All the time that she's wasted,
all the things that could have been.

Every morning as she combs her hair,
she thinks it's too late to move on;
Maybe he'll change,
she's been waiting for twenty years...

And everytime he hits me,
I just think of her face
and all the while he's screaming,
I think of a better place.

All the marks he's leaving,
I deserved it in the end
and all the things he's cursing,
I just turn my head and then...

Every day the same thing happens
and all the years go by
Every day nothing changes
the years just seem to fly

And one day she'll realize the truth
one day she'll know
and one day once she's lost all her youth
she'll think of all the signs she's missed...

And everytime he hits me
I just wait for the day
and in my room I'll cry

And everytime he hits me
I picture my revenge
but this I could never do...

All the cuts I've hidden
the ones within my soul
and one day I'll pour my heart out
and then the truth will show...

Every lie he's told you
I jut never did correct
but from all the shit he's sold you
this shit I most regret.

But for now I'll turn my head
and let you make your own mistakes.

What's another busted lip?

But with all the threats you know he's yelled to me
I keep hoping you'll catch on...