She dreads his return like every night
She wonders what state he is in
The more the years go by the more he gets home late
And most of the time drunk
The bottle to his belly, he opens the door
She does not know what to do any longer
Because whatever she does to him, he loses it
For her, it is becoming normal, to be in pain
She takes blows and she suffers in silence
Because the problem is that she loves him
She tells herself that it will change but she denies the obvious
The following morning as if nothing had happened
He hugs her and has the guts to tell her that he loves her
Then he takes his keys and leaves for work
But she knows full well that in the evening it will be the same
She bears it and stays strong
Whatever the number of blows
Because whatever she does to him, he loses it
For her, it is becoming normal, to be in pain
She takes blows and she suffers in silence
Because the problem is that she loves him
She tells herself that it will change but she denies the obvious
For her, it is becoming normal, to be in pain
She takes blows and she suffers in silence
Because the problem is that she loves him
She tells herself that it will change but she denies the obvious
For her, it is becoming normal, to be in pain
She takes blows and she suffers in silence
Because the problem is that she loves him
She tells herself that it will change but she denies the obvious