I loved this man with all my heart,
my past, my present torn apart.
My life felt high, I felt admired,
that love alone was all required.

We went away — and everything collapsed.
I woke in hospital, my head smashed.
Drink after drink, he crossed the line,
became a stranger — no longer mine.

That alcohol-soaked, brutal night
turned strength and courage into fright.
I froze, petrified with fear,
convinced my end was finally here.

The police stayed close for several days,
quietly tracing every phrase.
I’m scared, I’m broken, filled with shame,
my heart in flames, my eyes inflamed.

Now I’m heading home, alone again,
my heart as heavy as the pain.
The love is gone — I clearly see,
and what remains is only me.