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