She screams at her everyday
“Can’t you do any better?”
“What is wrong wth you?”
Like that’s supposed to help her,
Like it corrects her behavior.

He hits his girl,
Punches her hard,
She screams “help me, please help me”
But nobody hears her.
She tries her best,
To keep him happy,
But for him its never enough.

They call themselves her friends,
They ditch her every time,
Pulling her to parties she doesn’t care to attend.
When she ends up lifeless on the floor,
From a drug overdose,
They raise their hands in innocence,
Having fabricated a suicide note.

“It wasn’t on purpose” these worthless people cry,
Even though they are all perpetrators,
Each in their own right.
You aren’t four, five or six.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
You know the exact difference between right and wrong,
So tell me now, why did you do it?

It isn’t manslaughter,
This wasn’t a mistake,
You didn’t do it once or twice,
Its a well established habit.
You saw the way she cried after each insult.
The scars on your girl friend’s body.
How hesitant your friend was when you handed her that beer,
How she struggled and choked as you forced it down her throat.
But you kept going anyway,
And now you’re here,
Claiming it was an accident,
That you didn’t know what came over you…

Well, Its over with your lies,
The jig is up,
Now you’ve been caught,
So come out, with your hands up.