• Walking down the aisle, neither one of them has done this before.
    Smiling and saying their vowes, their love is so much more.
    It's like a story, one you wouldn't believe.
    A fairytail perhaps, just one for them to see.
    They're happy for a long time, then something goes wrong.
    He raises his fist, and begins to hit her strong.
    Everyday, it's the same routine.
    The hitting, kicking, and making a scene.
    One more day and he lifts his fist,
    she screams out words, "I can take the hits."
    "You think I'm weak, well you're very wrong.
    I just didn't want you to leave, but I'm actually very strong."
    He put down his hand, with a shocked look on his face.
    Went to the room, got his things to go find his own place.
    For he never meant to hurt her, he never meant to make her cry.
    Now that he has, he can't blame her for saying goodbye.