She searched and searched
for answers she couldnt find
alcohol and a bloody wrist
that always got him off her mind

he cut like a knife
and popped open the bottle
put her spirit in high gear
and loaded up the throttle

so many miles and broken down
she had become
But the bastard knew
he had her underneathe his thumb

He tried and tried to find her way out of this hell
But never could she reach heaven's glorious bells.

He had her used up
until she was nothing
so spirit at all
so broken down

he did a real number
on her trapped desprate soul
misery loves company
death has its toll

She tied the noose
a way out at last
she hung there lifeless and dead
one last scar

when he came home
something rose out of him, dread
he pulled out his gun and loaded it with lead
A peaceful exit
out of a world so cold
so many problems for one worthless soul
beautiful and bold
A broken down spirit
now full and free
now where she wants to be
 
Copyright © megs03, All Rights Reserved