Strange Way To Love

There isn't much time I can see,

lately my mind has been clouded.

Why can't he just let me be,

can't he see that I'm wounded.

I saw the stranger in his eyes,

felt the lies in his fists,

but as his temper flies,

he claims his love will be forever.

Every bruise is like a knife in my heart,

slowly killing our love.

Every scar is a gun at my head,

threatening soon that I'll be dead.

Nothing that I do seems right,

he finds an excuse for every blow,

but I feel that I must fight,

for til the ends of me it won't be long.

I can see the tears in his eyes,

as I lay here half alive,

and I know that after I'm gone,

he will stare at my memory and say "I love you".