He told her every night not to worry
he\\\'d be home soon, but never early
she waited each night for him to arrive
and he came home very late, looking tired
she new inside what he was doing all night
she didn\\\'t have the courage to stand up for her rights
she would cry and cry til she couldn\\\'t stand it
he would come home happy, not really caring
sometimes he would beat her, dark bruises so deep
she stopped fighting back.. she was too weak
but those nights when he left, she new all along
he was at a house.. /ucking another woman
she was so insecure, who could truly love her
she didn\\\'t know why, but she became a killer
that one long night, sitting at home
waiting for him to walk through the door
knife reflecting her pale soft face
with her dark dark eyes, staring in place
she heard his footsteps, coming up to the house
she positioned the knife, just right to kill
it was such a rush, she couldn\\\'t even remember
he came through the door, stabbing seemed like forever
she was covered in blood, looking at her mess
pleased with results, she no longer surpressed
she buried the body, in the back of her house
under the wood, making sure he wont be let out
she was now happy, going on as normal
yet murdering thoughts, still came and haunted
