blood

Faraway sirens signal the start.
Of questions`til midnight,
affairs of the heart.
What was the reason,
what did he say?
What did you do to make him
act that way?

How can I tell them I simply forgot.
To wash his best shirt,or his tea
was to hot.
When I can understand,do I
tell them the truth?
He accused me of sleeping
around with no proof.

They ask, was he drinking,did
he get drunk tonight.
Does he take any drugs and how
long was the fight?

I don`t know if I answer.
Idon`t care anymore.
I can see the red mark where
my head hit the door.

I no longer feel the hot tears on
my face.
My heart is consumed with fear
and disgrace.

Again I say that this is the last
time.

But there`s blood on the sofa
and I know that it`s mine.