New Ground

Never before written    
About domestic abuse      
What's my excuse      

For not reaching out    
Not teaching you    
What you should do    
     
It's none of my business      
And It's none of yours      
All second class whores    

In the eyes of the beast    
In his soul sucking feast    
     
Taking out lives    
Pretty housewives      
With a broken jaw    
And two black eyes    

So what do you say then?    
Nothing,  already told    
That bitch twice    
     
Yeah, laugh about that    
It's a great fucking joke  
  
Here's your supper, honey    
Hope you fucking choke    
I mean, you're the best      
Better man than all the rest    
     
You're the man of my dreams    
And pillows muffle the screams    

In the darkness of night    
Kids all tucked in tight    
While mommy says prayers    
And skin down there tears    
     
I'm sorry I've been quiet      
On this particular subject      

But it's my business      
And you're just another      
John Q. Public    

So I've kept to myself      
Yet, you should get help    
     
If you live everyday      
Thinking there's no other way    

Don't be like me and cry    
Don't let your inner self die    

Get up and make a stand    
Show them that you are      
Better than that evil man    
     
And you don't deserve the pain    
Don't let yourself go insane      
Run away, run away    
   
Or stay    
     
And hope the sun will rise    
While tears fall from your eyes    

It's okay baby, I love you    
Don't forget girl, I love you