Through the blows I try to scream,
but there's no stopping him.
He's lost control of everything,
he's no longer in control of his thoughts.
Hit after hit I shed a tear,
but still he doesn't stop.
He doesn't see what he's doing,
with each blow that hits me.
All he knows is that he's relieving his anger,
but at a cost he doesn't see yet.
By at the end of all this he'll see what he lost,
just because he lost control.
He may have relieved his anger,
but he lost me as a result.
And now must be lonely,
in the jail sail which is his cage.
