One on the nose, one on the chin,You bruise so easy, so why stay with him? He uses you just like a human punching bag.But you donít complain, youíre too scared to speak.Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh,And when you eat.But you canít break the pattern, week after week.The bruises show,But he must be special otherwise youíd just get up and go.Youíll never let us knowExactly how you feel.Whatís the use, the cynics say itís no excuse,You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.You say itís okay,But I say that itís not right.You wind him up, but youíre living in fear,You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh.Thatís quite a cut on the side of your head.Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed? Oh, so uncouth,Excuse me, is this your tooth? Why do you stay, no one knows.Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go? Youíre always nervous and on the edge of tears.You cry alone,But you never tell us what itís like when you get back home.No one will ever knowBecause you never show.Whatís the use,Everyone says youíve got no excuse,You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.You say itís okay,But I say that itís not right.Oh, itís your secret, itís your life, who am I to criticize? It takes two sides to know itís true,And maybe, heíll stay in love with you.No one will ever know,Because you never show.