One Hand Strikes the Other by James Holt Music

One hand, one hand strikes the other,
The other don't know where it went wrong,
She's strong but got nothing to be strong for,

Her routine lover with drunken lips and bloody eyes,
He starts to swear, her underwear clings to her thighs,
He calls it love, she's named it love since her teens,
And every blow is answered with a cry,

One hand, one hand strikes the other,
The other don't know where it went wrong,
She's strong but got nothing to be strong for,

And there she lay, under the waves of her grief,
He caused her pain without any thought of relief,
And we just watched, we stood and watched,
Who is to blame for all her misery and pain?

One hand, one hand strikes the other,
The other don't know where it went wrong,
She's strong but got nothing to be strong for,
She knows no different, she knows no different,
She knows no different, she knows no different,