Strained touch, No hands
Something only a woman understands
Money on the table, Water by the bed
The tears she pretends she never shed

Life lived in others, isn't a life at all
Faking away from their love's fall
Pimps. ****** better known as friends
Working with only twists and bends

Faded bruises, broken bones
Hush, quiet no one knows
Mommy, Daddy think's shes dead
Those tears we know she shed