I've known him since the first day of kindergarten,
But when i think back, i hardly know him at all,
I've never been round to his flat once for tea,
I've never seen inside those four walls.
We used to play at the park on a night time,
But then when the weather got colder,
I didnt see him for weeks on end,
Didnt see the burden on his shoulder.
When i was tucked up, fast asleep in my bed,
He was helping his Mom sober up,
'Recovering Alcoholic' was the mark she'd been branded with.
And she didnt really give a fuck,
For years she used to beat my friend senseless,
All the bruises he gained through the pain,
It was her, and her abusive temper,
That threw her only son out in the rain.
He told me he was on holiday in London,
That week she punched him in the face,
And that mark on his head where he'd 'knocked it'
Was when she dashed his skull on the stone fireplace.
He didnt have the heart to report her,
He thought it was withdrawl from drink,
It wasn't his fault, he was took for a ride.
But he loved her..so he didnt stop to think.
She hurt him so much for no reason at all,
Except for her own disgusting fantasies
How could he keep this secret for 25 years?
All the times that his Mom made him bleed.

Its no wonder she wasnt at the wedding,
Though he told me to phone to invite her.
And i dont find it strange when she was outside the pub,
When the wedding car drove past beside her.
This is our special day, and it will not get ruined,
By a woman who treat my husband like shit,
Lifes made for living,
And from this moment....
We will begin to start living it.


But why didnt he tell me what was going on until the day before we were married?
Perhaps he has love for the evil bitch still, even through all the hurt that hes carried.

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