He abused me, beat me, called me names,
My self-confidence left with his maddening games.
He made me feel worthless and so ashamed,
As I lay bleeding on the floor badly maimed.
I always lived my life in fear,
And hated whenever he came near.
Bad day; good day, it didn't matter to him,
It made him happy making my life grim.
He pulled my hair; threw me against the wall,
It didn't matter to him if I tripped and fall.
I prayed to God every night,
To remove my pain and make everything all right.
But I knew in my heart he would continue to cause me pain.
But I knew more than anything,
I wanted to live again.
So I gathered my strength,
I took it in my own hands,
And I threw him out!
Now, isn't that what life is all about?
I have no more heart ache; no more pain,
And now I have my life back again.