In the early afternoon hours, he treats you like a queen
For when people are around, nothing is what it seems.
And all the yesterdays have been forgotten
Like he\'s never hit you before,
Like youâ??ve never screamed out in pain,
Never screamed, \'No More!\'
For when people are around,
He\'s calm, quiet; discreet.
No one can see the pain you hide,
Behind the fake smile on your cheeks
And in the dark hours of the night,
When everyone\'s asleep\'
Your curled up in a ball on the floor,
Your composure you must keep.
Gently rocking back and forth-
Your pain is so immense,
You know you have to stop this abuse,
Or he\'ll hurt you once again.
