One on the nose, one on the chin,
You bruise so easy, so why stay with him?
He uses you just like a human punching bag.
But you dont complain, youre too scared to speak.
Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh,
And when you eat.
But you cant break the pattern, week after week.
The bruises show,
But he must be special otherwise youd just get up and go.
Youll never let us know
Exactly how you feel.
Whats the use, the cynics say its no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say its okay,
But I say that its not right.
You wind him up, but youre living in fear,
You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh.
Thats quite a cut on the side of your head.
Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?
Oh, so uncouth,
Excuse me, is this your tooth?
Why do you stay, no one knows.
Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go?
Youre always nervous and on the edge of tears.
You cry alone,
But you never tell us what its like when you get back home.
No one will ever know
Because you never show.
Whats the use,
Everyone says youve got no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say its okay,
But I say that its not right.
Oh, its your secret, its your life, who am I to criticize?
It takes two sides to know its true,
And maybe, hell stay in love with you.
No one will ever know,
Because you never show.