Lyrics to Not Guilty
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
You really wanna know what happened?
I'll tell you how it went
I put my man down like a dog
'Cause he hit like a little bitch
And I didn't deserve that shit
I just wanted my fairytale
But there's no such thing as happy endings
So I had to fuckin' bail
Just hop that ship before it went down
And soon the talk was around the town
The couple that always seemed so nice
Well, "There was trouble in paradise"
We were like a massive fire that blazed ten feet high
One time, he hit me so hard I almost fuckin' died
But now, I'm the one on the stand
Because he wasn't a real man
Just a monster made of evil
Living with him became lethal
He loved to make me look crazy
Backhand me and then call me, "Baby"
I knew no one was gonna come and save me
If I didn't take him, he was gonna take me
So yeah, I did it, and I made it bloody
That man could fool you like he was Ted Bundy
I was done with every, "I didn't mean it, honey!"
I been stressed out just because of money"
So yeah, I loved the sound of him crying
And begging for his life
He was supposed to keep me protected
I was supposed to be his wife!
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(According to the National Coalition against domestic violence, domestic violence is one of the most chronically under-reported crimes. Only 25% of all physical assaults, 20% of all rapes, and 50% of all stalking perpetrated against females by their partners are reported to the police. For the small number of cases that do get reported on average, a woman will be assaulted by her partner or ex-partner 35 times before reporting it to the police. If ever.)
You know what, I'm glad that he's dead
The fucker got inside my head
And he nudged me to the end of a cliff
And pushed me right off the edge
Then I crawled out of a vat of acid
When my friends asked me what changed
He went from my abuser to my bitch
So now I keep him on a chain
But he won't be puttin' his hands on me or talkin' back again
Didn't know what I was capable of or that I could bring the pain
See, my husband like to beat on women
So I chopped off his hands and all was forgiven
Didn't know how to keep his dick in his pants
Now it stays in a jar on my nightstand
Couldn't keep his mouth shut neither, so I bashed in a couple teeth
He'll think twice before he runs around or tries to beat on me
You see these shiny little tools here? Well, these are all my friends
And they're the last thing you're gonna see 'cause your life's about to end
Let me wash his blood off my hands and then we can go for a drink
Shit, I must've hit him kinda hard 'cause I found his teeth in my sink
I think I like this feeling, this power in my veins
The motherfucker had it coming, now I'll never be the same
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(As COVID-19 crisis surged in the United States, stay at home orders were put in place, stay at home orders intended to protect the public and prevent widespread infection left many IPV victims trapped with their abusers. Domestic violence hotlines prepared for an increase in demand for services as states enforced these mandates, but many organizations experienced the opposite. In some regions, the number of calls dropped by more than 50%. Experts in the field knew that rates of IPV had not decreased, but rather the victims were unable to safely connect with services.)
I was tired of all his cat and mouse
I wanted him to clean while I sat on the couch
I wanted just one day without him drinking
I was finally finished, I was finally thinking
I'm sinking into insanity
And my pain tolerance is high
So I showed him who's the fuckin' boss
I wore the pants this time
I don't expect you to understand
He was the slaughter and I was the lamb
And I never had this planned
But I didn't stand a chance
So I should've done it sooner
He wasn't my husband, just my abuser
I don't need to tell you why I did it
No offense your honor, but I don't think you'd get it
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(Domestic violence is in many ways a quiet epidemic, though in plain sight, victims are often invisible, fearfully denying their situation and hiding behind the facade of the happy home, but the statistics reveal a shocking reality: every 9 seconds a woman in America is assaulted or beaten. According to the National Coalition against Domestic Violence, a mind-boggling 1 in 3 women has been a victim of physical brutality by an intimate partner. This makes intimate partner violence the single greatest cause of injury to women.)
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
You really wanna know what happened?
I'll tell you how it went
I put my man down like a dog
'Cause he hit like a little bitch
And I didn't deserve that shit
I just wanted my fairytale
But there's no such thing as happy endings
So I had to fuckin' bail
Just hop that ship before it went down
And soon the talk was around the town
The couple that always seemed so nice
Well, "There was trouble in paradise"
We were like a massive fire that blazed ten feet high
One time, he hit me so hard I almost fuckin' died
But now, I'm the one on the stand
Because he wasn't a real man
Just a monster made of evil
Living with him became lethal
He loved to make me look crazy
Backhand me and then call me, "Baby"
I knew no one was gonna come and save me
If I didn't take him, he was gonna take me
So yeah, I did it, and I made it bloody
That man could fool you like he was Ted Bundy
I was done with every, "I didn't mean it, honey!"
I been stressed out just because of money"
So yeah, I loved the sound of him crying
And begging for his life
He was supposed to keep me protected
I was supposed to be his wife!
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(According to the National Coalition against domestic violence, domestic violence is one of the most chronically under-reported crimes. Only 25% of all physical assaults, 20% of all rapes, and 50% of all stalking perpetrated against females by their partners are reported to the police. For the small number of cases that do get reported on average, a woman will be assaulted by her partner or ex-partner 35 times before reporting it to the police. If ever.)
You know what, I'm glad that he's dead
The fucker got inside my head
And he nudged me to the end of a cliff
And pushed me right off the edge
Then I crawled out of a vat of acid
When my friends asked me what changed
He went from my abuser to my bitch
So now I keep him on a chain
But he won't be puttin' his hands on me or talkin' back again
Didn't know what I was capable of or that I could bring the pain
See, my husband like to beat on women
So I chopped off his hands and all was forgiven
Didn't know how to keep his dick in his pants
Now it stays in a jar on my nightstand
Couldn't keep his mouth shut neither, so I bashed in a couple teeth
He'll think twice before he runs around or tries to beat on me
You see these shiny little tools here? Well, these are all my friends
And they're the last thing you're gonna see 'cause your life's about to end
Let me wash his blood off my hands and then we can go for a drink
Shit, I must've hit him kinda hard 'cause I found his teeth in my sink
I think I like this feeling, this power in my veins
The motherfucker had it coming, now I'll never be the same
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(As COVID-19 crisis surged in the United States, stay at home orders were put in place, stay at home orders intended to protect the public and prevent widespread infection left many IPV victims trapped with their abusers. Domestic violence hotlines prepared for an increase in demand for services as states enforced these mandates, but many organizations experienced the opposite. In some regions, the number of calls dropped by more than 50%. Experts in the field knew that rates of IPV had not decreased, but rather the victims were unable to safely connect with services.)
I was tired of all his cat and mouse
I wanted him to clean while I sat on the couch
I wanted just one day without him drinking
I was finally finished, I was finally thinking
I'm sinking into insanity
And my pain tolerance is high
So I showed him who's the fuckin' boss
I wore the pants this time
I don't expect you to understand
He was the slaughter and I was the lamb
And I never had this planned
But I didn't stand a chance
So I should've done it sooner
He wasn't my husband, just my abuser
I don't need to tell you why I did it
No offense your honor, but I don't think you'd get it
Falling, fading
Down, down, down I go
Falling, fading
Down, down, down
Down I go
(Domestic violence is in many ways a quiet epidemic, though in plain sight, victims are often invisible, fearfully denying their situation and hiding behind the facade of the happy home, but the statistics reveal a shocking reality: every 9 seconds a woman in America is assaulted or beaten. According to the National Coalition against Domestic Violence, a mind-boggling 1 in 3 women has been a victim of physical brutality by an intimate partner. This makes intimate partner violence the single greatest cause of injury to women.)
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