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.