Sunday morning, 8 am
She's battered and abused
He does it for no reason
Other than he gets amused

She's sleeping with her enemy
And she's warn out and confused
She never saw this coming
And that's the hardest truth

She's living with the shame
But she's not to blame

Now she's bleeding
But ain't leaving

It's like she's dying to stay alive
When he says don't worry
Everything's gonna be okay
She trembles inside
She knows just how he lies

Sitting in that hallway
Feeling paralysed and numb
Old friends gave up long ago
So every tear she cries
She cries alone
She can't go on
But she can't leave
All she feels is torture
As she wonders
What is love?