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Leave Me Alone

Leave Me Alone

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I was on holiday in early 2002. Lying in the sun, I read Jeannette Winterson’s “Written on the Bone” which shook me with its portrayal of domestic violence. Finishing it, I reached for something comfortable, predictable, reassuring: a detective novel by the reliable Ruth Rendell. Unfortunately Inspector Wexford was dealing with some severe cases of spousal abuse. After reading both books I wrote “Leave Me Alone” in half an hour.

Over the years it’s been a great song to perform live, although it’s not suitable for every audience and often requires an explanatory warning before I start.

Photograph by Candice Ecidnac

Leave me alone, but don’t leave me alone.

Hi … so you’re home; are you happy today?
I’m nervous alone, scared that you’ll make me pay.
You don’t tell me in words, you never could say
Why you need to be cruel when you love me this way,
This way, this way.

I don’t want to feel the firm slap of your hand,
The kiss of your kick,
The warmth of your cigarette stubbed on my skin.
I don’t want to know that our love’s still alive
Through the bruises and blood
And the caring caress of your fist on my ribs

Leave me alone, but don’t leave me alone.

Then when you have gone and I crawl to the phone
I tell them I tripped while at home all alone.
I’ll tell them I slipped and I injured myself,
Banging my head on the edge of that shelf,
That shelf, that shelf.

I don’t want to feel the firm slap of your hand

I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to stay
I don’t like the pain when you love me this way
I know it’s my fault, I know it’s not you
I have the problem, it’s your love that’s true

Leave me alone, but don’t leave me alone

They ask why I stay when it happens again
And again and again and again and again.
I say I don’t know how I could survive
Without you beside me to keep me alive,
Alive, alive.

I don’t want to feel the firm slap of your hand

Anything’s better than … better than
Anything’s better than … better than
Anything’s better than … leaving
[note color=”#86c440″]Leigh Harrison © APRA 2002[/note]