She fumbles to get her key in the lock,
her watch screams nearly twelve o’clock.
But all she can think is how fast she can break,
to get up the stairs before it’s too late.

Her heart sinks when she hears an opening door,
she has learned well not to hide anymore.
The footsteps carry closer and closer,
is there a chance in hell he’s sober?

He emerges with a beer bottle in hand,
demanding to know where she has been.
And when her tears start to pour out,
he began to grab her and shout

Oh little lady, so young and frail.
Your eyes so grey and your skin pale.
This wasn’t supposed to end like this,
A love mistreated and gone amiss.