She sits there alone
at all the local bars
Skin so young
but there's stories in her scars
stitches on the sleeve
where her heart was once worn
so calm in her face
but her minds a raging storm.
Yeah, shes happy alone
but she misses his touch
and a closeness thats shes now so
terrified of.
She smiles and she laughs
and she tells not a soul
of the nightmares and cold sweats
and of the way that her heart broke.
She silently sits
and shot after shot
lets go for the night
what while sober she cannot.
She sings sweet love songs
in tragic tones of Macbeth.
Cursing every man
in the room
underneath her breath.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
She sits there alone
at all the local bars
Skin so young
but there's stories in her scars
stitches on the sleeve
where her heart was once worn
so calm in her face
but her minds a raging storm.
Yeah, shes happy alone
but she misses his touch
and a closeness thats shes now so
terrified of.
She smiles and she laughs
and she tells not a soul
of the nightmares and cold sweats
and of the way that her heart broke.
She silently sits
and shot after shot
lets go for the night
what while sober she cannot.
She sings sweet love songs
in tragic tones of Macbeth.
Cursing every man
in the room
underneath her breath.
©AimeeToney2014
