Sitting here in complacency wondering where to go...Leaving a trail of shattered dreams so all the world will know...
Moving slow against myself pushing forward against the wall of self hate...Slicing through the sands of time changing the mind of fate...
He goes, he stays lying in disdain, alone she writes this song from the wreckage he has made..
Slaughtering syllables and scribbling pain, leaking her heart to the page..Ink stains on her fingers, in the other hand a 12 gauge...
Muttering incoherently words that mean nothing to anyone but her she cries...She sways in her broken chair as if creaks beneath her , it will all be OK she lies.