it's a Saturday night and your out with a friend, you meet a "nice guy" who says he's in a band, a couple weaks in and shit hits the fan, he takes it out on you and now you have the imprint of his hand but still you say your his, it's just the mark of a man, your to afraid to leave him but your life is in the can
his abuse has gone to far, so one night you pack your bags, grab the kids and take the car, half way down the road he calls you from the bar, pleading he can change he's coming home he's not that far, but you can still feel the impact of his fist and smell the blood on the floor so you hang up the phone and keep the rubber on the tar
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