Sunday morning, 8 am She's battered and abused He does it for no reason Other than he gets amused She's sleeping with her enemy And she's warn out and confused She never saw this coming And that's the hardest truth She's living with the shame But she's not to blame Now she's bleeding But ain't leaving It's like she's dying to stay alive When he says don't worry Everything's gonna be okay She trembles inside She knows just how he lies Sitting in that hallway Feeling paralysed and numb Old friends gave up long ago So every tear she cries She cries alone She can't go on But she can't leave All she feels is torture As she wonders What is love?