She were like a hound
Which to a post of its choice was bound
In her hands lay tatters of shame
'Cause it wasn't for love but fame
She married, and hers were blames
With each piece of her eaten in flames
He was an epitome of calm
Honestly, he had no sign of harm
And obviously life wasn't meant to be hard
Counting on the floods of wealth he had
Who could tell that with passage of years
The price tag was being reduced to tears?
That it practically wasn't only wealth
That mattered, and her poor health
From constantly being battered
Made her feel entirely shattered
One found innocent and sweet
And left a ****** *******
Only deserving his stinking spit
She was a drum constantly hit
As if the price for the posh cars
Were wounds deep enough to leave scars
Being reduced to a little mouse
As rent for the big for nothing house
She dared to think she'd manage the cross
Ignoring that even in bed he was devil gross
None could blame her for leaving
Especially after realizing she'd tried hard
believing
Some thought her best wasn't good enough
Truth is life with the star was awfully rough