Domestic Violence
Why'd this have to happen, Im too upset to even think
I went out with all my friends, to the bar to get a drink
One drink quickly turned, into maybe three or four
Now my life is ruined, and my family is no more
When I went home that night, she was sitting up in bed
She asked where the hell I was, and I dont know what said
All I know is a was drunk, and getting very mad and pissed
My face started sweating, and I started squeezing my fist
"What the hells with you bitch, you got a fuckin problem?"
I took the belt off my pants, and told her I could solve'em
I whipped her so bad, that bitch could hardly walk
"honey please! Cant we just sit down and talk"
"Shut up whore, you dont even deserve to be here no more"
I slid out a dresser drawer, and threw it though our closet door
I jumped on the bed, said "I'll smack you in the head"
"Kill you bout four times, before your even fucking dead"
I bruised and bloodied up her face, she said "your being violent"
Then for a moment, while I was beating her, she became silent
At the door stood a scared boy, she was looking at our son
"What are you looking at ho?", then I reached for my gun
I threw her on the floor, and she let out this screaming yelp
But when I looked in my son's eyes, thats when I knew I needed help
This is no example to set, I thought that I could act bigger
I slowly moved my gun away, but already pulled the trigger
Painted the room red, realizing that she'd died
Turned my head to my son, he just ran away and cried
Ive gotten help, but I wish I would have done it sonner tho
The judge let me outta jail, just to be at her funeral
I look back on what I did, what was I ever mad at, not sure
I think I was stressed out, and took my anger out on her
Although that wasn't the first time, I know that its the last
Only thing I have to remember, are the memories in the past
Alcohol led me, to these domestic violence scars
Now Im litterally back to where it all started, "behind bars"