You think the days are going by quicker,
Yet you have no intention of stopping the liquor
Your eyes are haunting, red and bare
You really do not know what to do with his stare
You feel as if it is a trap
He laughs and tilts his head back
Come on girl, he slowly whispers
You take a big gulp and play with his whiskers
Exhaustion, anxiety, desperation and remorse
You've come to realize you have felt this before
He grabs your wrist
You silently wimper
Pain is approaching
You do not let him today
You nudge his stomach with your free elbow
His eyes widened and it turns into anger he's not used to this although
You look at him straight in the eye saying goodbye I am done with this life
You grab a coat with your small bag and bolt for the door
His foot steps grow louder
You run out to the streets
Whistling for a cab
You get in, your heart is racing
His screams are heard from down the road
You turn around and feel the pressure unload
Shifting in your seat you look out the window
Paris streets are so pretty at night
Thoughts flooding through your head
Realizing you could have been dead
You stop breathing heavily, a sign of relief
You silently cry happy tears, when suddenly a voice speaks up
"Madam, where is it you are going?"
You smile slightly, yet a bit sinical
through your bruised lips you speak
"Anywhere where I can be yours, love"
Oh but see you have done it again
The beginning of the end had just begun
This is the only life you know
Onto the next, as you open your coat
Giving the driver a scandalous show