This is how it starts:
She sat crying ,
Alone in the dark;
Bleeding veins and a broken heart.
Dark mascara running from her eyes,
For him she always tries.
Deep red cuts, Big black bruises.
This is how she lives,
It's herself she abuses.
"Perfect" he called her .
As he held her tight.
She still sits here.
Searching for what she thinks is right.
"I'll never leave you baby"
he always said.
It means nothing now,
alone in her bed.
Deep red cuts, Big black bruises.
This is how she lives,
It's herself she abuses.
This is how it ends:
On that cold winter night
The last time she seen him,
Nothing felt quite right.
The bruises too big.
The cuts too deep.
The end is near now ,
so shes going to sleep.
It was her choice,
the desicion she made.
Left without her voice,
her consequences she paid.
Deep red cuts, Big black bruises.
This is how she lives,
It's herself she abuses.
It's no ones fault but mine she cries,
laying alone,
on the floor,
She silently tries.
He could have overlooked it,
given her a chance,
to make it all up to him,
Just one last dance.
Deep red cuts, Big black bruises.
This is how she lives,
It's herself she abuses.
The guy she gave it all up for,
lays in a pool of his blood ,
on the third balcony
floor.
She shot once at his heart,
and once at the door.
The police, they came to take her away,
realizing its to late,
there she lays.
Today was her day,
She silently prays.
Deep red cuts, Big black bruises.
This is how she lives,
It's herself she abuses
That was the day playing over in my head.
I lay sleepiong alone in my bed.
Alone in this cell and the cold hard floor;
And all I can think is:
Why the door?
