There's ringing in my ears, people are talking. About me, about what I've done and who I've hurt. But I hope to god, it's not you, my love, the one I hurt. They say time heals all wounds but mine never will. Leaving me behind, bruised and scarred with a bottle of pills. She followed me into darkness and I let go her hand. Naive and foolish had no leg to stand. So here I am, I ran. Cowardly without a second glance. Her walls closed in as I quickly escaped. Started to lose her breath as she came to her fate. Beaten and broken, she limps through life all sad and alone. Praying for a Prince Charming, to sweep her off her feet. Until then she will continue to weep. Cause she can't stand the way that she feels. Beaten and broken, the tears continue to stream. Not up but down her life goes as everything comes to a halt. So she pops a couple of pills, downs a bottle, and waits for her heart to start and throttle. The pain consumes her entire life, she doesn't exist anymore. All there remains are her broken pieces along the bloody floor.