He used to love me,
I used to be safe,
Now I hide from him,
I cover my face,
I never wore make up,
Now I have to cover the marks he makes,
He is comming after me,
He is catching up,
He grabs me by the hair,
He must never had cared,
He hits me about,
When will it stop?
He must not see clear,
For he just called me Clair,
He must want her dead,
But I will die instead,
I bid farewell,
I bid adue,
For these are my last words to you.