Her eyes are black and her wrists are slit, she sees no way, to get out if it.
The love they knew, the joy once shared, is twisted and torn, the pain she can not bare.
She knows he hears; she's sure he sees, but he walks away, he doesn't care.
You'd think that maybe, after all this time, he'd stop and listen, and read her rhymes.
He'd see that she's broken, not like before, he'd see she's shattered, shattered to the core.
Two souls entwined, our destiny in his hands, he decides he doesn't need me, and alone I stand.
He breaks her heart, and then quickly moves on--she's left behind, with her wrists slit, and her blackened eyes, pain in the heart, and head in the clouds, watching him tell another girl his lies.
