Whatever he might want from me,
with no second guess,
with no hidden fees,
my heart was his, my life no question,
instead of love in return there was only aggression.
First with the left then with a right, i just kept turning my cheek, trying to hide all my fright.
it was my fault,
i shouldnt have said that,
i should have had dinner ready and should never ask questions.
Of course he would never cheat on me, he would never forget or ever ignore me.
He was the best, the truest, my lover.
I loved him too much, too bad he wasn't sober,
Always wondering why, oh why, that one moment in my life, that one moment in time.
if only i had done as expected, i just might have lived to tell him i missed him.
the man i once knew, the man that had asked me, swept me off my feet and told me never worry missy,
had raised a hand in anger and violence,
taken that one thing that he once held highest, with one quick shot it would soon be over.
Would he ever think what might have been if I was sober?
Now that i'm gone there isnt much to be said, just know that it was my fault and please dont forget,
he is a good man, a great husband too,
There are no regrets, no sadness no anger, all has been forgiven, so please just remember...
next time you go to lift that bottle think of me, what might have been, and what shall never be