Wouldn'T It Be Funny

Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape the part Where he stood before you and told you What a piece of 'rubbish' you are And where you started to believe you were. Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape the part Where he punched you Then another slap Before persuading himself You'd caused your bloody nose. Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape the part Where he stood before you with a knife Told you slowly and clearly How he would take your life. Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape the part Where you dreaded every second of every day Never certain how he would turn Would he be loving or how much would it hurt? Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape the past That you could love and trust Without the haunting echoes Of every moments he done. Wouldn't it be funny If you could laugh in the face of all you lost Wouldn't it be funny If you could escape what happened cost Where your mind could be free of that part.