You hit me once,
You hit me twice,
Thats two times too many,
You lost all my trust,
Lost all my respect,
“I want you out of my house!â€
I scream at you loud,
Mistake by me,
I got you mad,
You hit me again,
You hit me another,
That’s four times too many.
I can’t get you to leave,
So I’ll leave myself,
I pack my bags,
But you don’t even know,
I get up in middle of the nights,
As I leave out of your sight,
I stay at a hotel miles away,
I sleep at night,
Thinking I’m safe,
I wake in the morning to a knocking on my door,
I shouldn’t haveshould it,
But I did,
You were the one knocking,
You were the one pissed,
You can’t believe I left you,
So you hit me again,
But that didn’t satisfied you
So you hit me again.
That’s six times too many,
but I can’t get you to leave,
And you won’t let me.
So I guess I have to stay,
So I’ll just work late hours,
I’m scared to go home,
All because of you,
But new hours you don’t like,
So you hit me a seventh,
You hit me an eighth,
That’s eight times too many.
But I can’t get you to leave,
And you won’t let me,
So I stay and work late,
But it got even worst,
You got pissed off even more.
Now I have to spend all time,
Trying to please you,
If I don’t bring you your beer,
Right when you call for it,
You get pissed even easier,
So you hit me a ninth,
You hit me a tenth,
That’s ten times too many,
But I can’t get you to leave,
And you won’t let me,
So I stay and work late,
And then I work to please you,
None of this worked,
But my final attempt to get ride of you,
Means you will never again hit a single soul.
I put on the gloves,
Get out your gun,
Wait till your asleep,
Make your hand hold the gun,
Your knocked out cold,
As I hold your hand with the gun,
Put it up to your head,
Suicide it will look like,
Your fingerprints on the outside,
Pull back the trigger,
While holding your finger,
Blood splats everywhere,
Lay down the gun in your hand,
Take off the gloves,
Pack them with my bags,
Wash off my dirty hands,
You are finally dead,
I don’t care if I get caught,
I got marks to show it a self-defense,
It was ten times too much,
But I couldn’t get you to leave,
And you wouldn’t lecould|_But now I can,
And you can’t woulde.
I don’t have to stay and work late,
I don’t have to please your personal needs,
Because you are dead,
And you’ll never hit me again.
