The Pleasure of My Pain
Copyright 2003 Dana Clark
VERSE: He didn’t mean to hurt me. He’s under so much stress.
And then the kids disturbed him when he tried to get some rest.
He doesn’t mean the things he says; he speaks before he thinks.
I’m really not afraid of him unless he starts to drink.
There must be something wrong with me—that’s why he complains.
I know he loves me. How could he find pleasure in my pain?
I know he loves me. How could he find pleasure in my pain?
VERSE: Some days it seems like everything I say or do is wrong.
I try to keep things quiet, and I try to get along.
But every time he needs to win, he makes sure that I lose.
I give him what he wants. It’s so much worse if I refuse.
I make excuses for him, but I live my life in chains.
And I’m starting to suspect he must find pleasure in my pain.
I’m starting to suspect he must find pleasure in my pain.
VERSE: I work to make him happy, but it’s to no avail,
For he works even harder to make certain that I fail.
I’m ready to admit I might be better off alone,
But does that really matter when my children need a home?
My family says I shouldn’t leave, but how can I remain?
Now I know that he’s addicted to the pleasure of my pain.
I know that he’s addicted to the pleasure of my pain.
VERSE: I’ve found a safe place we can go. I know what I must do.
I’ve set aside some money, and my friends will help me, too.
He always told me if I left him I would not survive,
But now the kids are older. I know somehow we’ll get by.
Then he won’t hurt me anymore and I won’t be ashamed.
For no one has a right to the pleasure of my pain.
No one has a right to the pleasure of my pain
No one has the right. No one has the right.
No one has a right to the pleasure of my pain
No one.