Heaven and Hell

When he kisses me it's heaven,
When he disses me it's hell

As the days go by,
And his moods always change,
I think life would be better, if I were always high,
I wish my mind would rearrange.

When he kisses me it's heaven,
When he kisses me it's hell

Sometimes he hits,
Other days he is fine,
He makes me feel down in the dumps and the pits,
Many days I just wish he wasn't mine.

When he kisses me it's heaven,
When he disses me it's hell

As I look at others,
They are happy, not sad,
His beatings and curses, it hurts and smothers,
Any happy feelings, that I may have had.

When he kisses me it's heaven,
When he disses me it's hell.