She tidied the house cooked a meal for her man
But dinner got cold after hours in the pan
Til the lights in the drive finally said he was home
It's been like this for years and she should have known
By the look of his eyes and the scent of his breath
The drink got the best of him she got what's left
He promised he'd change and she just asked him why
But a sting on her cheek was the only reply
How can you call it love when all there is left are the tears and pain
And it doesn't seem to matter at all if love is in vain how can you call it love
She dreams of the happier times from the past
Now her personal hell how long will it last
Til the wont gets it's way and what's left crawls back home
Another long night she'll be sleeping alone
How can you call it love when all there is left are the tears and pain
And it doesn't seem to matter at all if love is in vain how can you call it love
How can you call it love when all there is left are the tears and pain
And it doesn't seem to matter at all if love is in vain how can you call it love
No it doesn't seem to matter at all if love is in vain how can you call it love
How can you call it love