STOP IT!

You were good and simple
One day you turned brutal
After you took alcohol
You called her a whore
She was your wife
But you ruined her life

You turned her into a drum
Beating her daily
Not caring if you harm
Without any worry

She wanted a home
She is in doom and ‘gloom
Now docile
Coz’ you are hostile

She yearn for peace
She has got all your violence
Even if she is a wuss
She misses
Her mental comfort
Give her simple route
Break the yoke
That is on hook
That of drug
That gives you nothing