Cries bitterly, she's feeling sick.
Not many choices left for her to pick.
Sits at the top of the stairs.
Tasting the scent of pity on her hair.
Bites of pain threatens her.
As her beating heart goes slower.
Hangs her head and sees him succeed.
She tries to smile, but its no easy feat.
Flames of sadness burns inside.
She slips away, trying to hide.
But he comes over and pulls her back.
Grinning, he tells her he's back on track.
Laughing weakly, she wishes him well.
She's fallen hard but she'll never tell.
Lying desperately she reaches for the door.
Stumbles to a corner and drops to the floor.
You don't hear the sound of her beating heart.
'Cause her blood flows out a fresh, new cut.
