He stares at the page before him
And lifts up a trembling hand...
In the emptiness that swallowed her soul she
Fidgets, tracing along the dark oak, her...
She stands infront of the mirror,
wondering why he decided to leave...
Just the sight of it
Starting at her wrists...
He comes home drunk most every night
Screaming and yelling always wanting to fight...
I sit under my willow tree.....
i sit crying under my willow tree...
She done fcuking up her life
The cuts will never heal...
Let me put my make up on.
the eyeshadow so yellow...
Seeing you again I will forever miss
Feeling the love of your kiss...
I am sitting here
the lights dim down...
Mom, its was the party of the year I had to go to...
You told me not to drink so I had a few lemonades...
Tonight I'll fall inside my own mind.
tonight I'll make that cut...