Bad

One drink gone I see his face,
Two I hear his voice.
He calls to me so soft and sweet,
Being with me is his choice.
Three drinks gone he's next to me,
His arms around me tight.
Three drinks go his touch goes wrong,
He gives my face a strike.
I cry in pain as he explains to me,
"I'm sorry but you are bad."
"I love you Dear," he says to me,
He softly holds my hand.
In the morning he is never there,
He quickly disappears.
Then at night drinks start again,
His voice invades my ears.
He holds me close, I love him so,
He strikes my face once more.
"You are bad," he repeats to me,
I believe his every word.