Every day she fears her life will end

Every time the call rings they are late

They never come quite in time to see his fist

Leave its mark on the side of her disgrace

They'll never charge him anyway and you know it

Say we can't get involved today

So where's the choice and who protects her now

Bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown

Useless screams for help can't save her now

Choices rendered the house is burning down

No one will ever understand cause they don't have to feel his crushing hands

And the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it for

But with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom

And then burned the bastard to the ground and ran

The fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress