if life’s a house of cards, each hand that she was dealt was too much or too little
and even when she changed the game the hands she played they broke her every time

she only wanted her child to succeed

someday she will be happy, someday she will go back
someday she’ll cut right down that scar and her heart will breathe again

if life’s a bowl of cherries well she broke her teeth when she would bite into them
the fruit was sour but the juice ran down her chin - we all thought it was blood

she only wanted to be loved like a queen

someday she will be thankful, someday she will come back
someday she’ll open up her head and her dreams will live again

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and if life’s a box of chocolates you know she prefers, well, any other candy
specifically valentine’s hearts because she likes to bite them down the center

she only wants it all

well life’s a game of russian roulette if she loads the gun you pull the trigger
the early bird will get the worm, the worm will get the fish hooked with one line

she’s different, different now

but someday she will be hopeful, someday she won’t look back
someday she’ll pack her bags, she’ll hit the road, we’ll meet again