I heard your voice as I awoke,
Screaming my name as you stole my smokes,
I forgot where I was for the longest time,
As I smelled that you were stinking with wine.
I was back in your old flat,
As you threw stuff around like a brat,
I knew that tone of voice so well,
Now I think I’m back in hell.
You would never just let me sleep,
I prayed that this would not end in a weep,
But God never answered my prayer,
Because now I know that he wasn’t there.
I knew exactly what tomorrow would bring,
“I’m so sorry,” you would sing,
You put your mask back on again,
As I tended to my sprain.
It was a mask that firmly stayed on,
You where the knight and I was the pawn,
Until you started to drink alcohol,
Then you were ready to brawl.
But I’m not really stuck in Hell,
It’s just a memory I forgot to tell,
I’m really in a place of my own choice,
But I can still hear that voice.