4 A.M.

I woke up at 4 A. M
Couldn't go back to sleep
They were fighting outside my window
I heard a bottle smashed to the street
There was blood on the sidewalk
People were walking by, pretending not to see
Until somebody stopped and called the police
It's the same old story its not the first time

It wont be the last the cops pulled up
And an officer asked: What's going on?
She answered in a trembling voice he didn't do anything
She said: It's all my fault, it must have been
Something I said, something I did
He says hes sorry, she says it is OK

Its all my fault, she just keeps on
Blaming herself, blaming herself
Afraid of losing the little she has
She would rather stay in this situation
Keep on living in this abusive relation
'Cause they taught her
It's best for the children to grow up with both, mom and dad