She sits and she deals with sorrows alone.
In the corner of the same old room
The same old nights, the same old fights
She’s tired, you’re fucking with her rights
She’s tired of facing the same old plights
Chains locked tight round her waist, she gasps
Grasps the neck of her collar, it’s easy to choke
On the lies and the promises, years that she lost to it
Nobody to mend her she knows that she’s broke.
She’s a joke.
On her forehead, inscribed in bold letters must say
“Bend me, I break, but I can’t stay away”
Another night in the corner, she spends ‘cause of you
Gasping and crying, wishing on the moon
There’s no stars where you left her,