Written by: Ryan Smith

Footsteps approach in rhythm
Keys fumble moving towards the door
Like Chinese water torture
She waits for him
When he comes home at night
Gets his release from the long day
This Jekyll turns to Hyde
His violent side

He gets that feeling
Something’s burning inside of him
It takes just one drop
It’s automatic, everytime

She’s hurt, humiliated
Monday was crazy, Tuesday’s fine
As if it never happened
Things never change


She’s hiding in the corner
Sweat dripping, gripping metal
And when the bullet greets him
It will be the last time


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