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The morning starts fine I get up and get dressed

She says take me shopping, I'm not too  

Impressed,

Answering again to her beck and call

But suppose it beats a smack up the wall,

I only do it in keeping the peace

If she hits me again I'm calling the police.

I can see she is angry as I start to drive

She is but the biggest mistake of my life,

I start to smirk don't ask me why Then from the corner of my eye,

Comes one swift crack it happens so quick My head goes back as blood starts to drip,

It fills my mouth I can't stand the taste

All of my anger and all of my hate,

Screams inside God this is it

I cannot take any more of this shit.

The blood finally stops the taste it subsides I look out the window and continue to drive, I put my foot down, rev the engine up quick

I 'm determined to get one back on this bitch.

Faster and faster the car accelerates

She screaming stop, I keep my foot off the

Brake,

There's a wall in the distance and for a second I

See

It seems as though it's beckoning to me,

I think about crashing, but I'm not ready to die

As I look over to her she is starting to cry,

I slam on the brakes and stop with a jolt she’s out of the car like a lightning bolt,

Round to my side she flings open the door

Here we go, I can't take anymore,

She starts lashing out with a mad crazy stare as she starts pulling out clumps of my hair.

I look to the mirror I don't recognize me

The reflection of a man I don't want to see,

With a swollen lip how the pain grips me tighter I am but the image of some brutal street fighter.