I'm finally posting a new entry.
Go me!
Lol
Anyway, it's just a song I wrote about a year ago.
If you read this, could you please leave me a comment and tell me what you think?
Another Day In Hell
She's twisted,
Twisted and confused.
Battered and bruised,
And tired of being abused.
That one person could make it all go away,
But he's wasted his luck on a drop of crimson rain.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
A few more bruises to hide,
A few more lies to create,
And another heart that continually breaks.
In that sleepy little town,
There's no one around to save her.
There's no one around to mend her broken heart,
In that sleepy little town.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
A few more bruises to hide,
A few more lies to create,
And another heart that continually breaks.
In that broken home,
She's always alone.
Even when he's around,
She feels so alone.
But when he throws that bottle down,
She knows she'll have more bruises to hide,
In that broken home.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
If only she could get out, escape.
If only she could run away.
Run away from that sleepy little town,
Escape that broken home,
That broken life.
Go me!
Lol
Anyway, it's just a song I wrote about a year ago.
If you read this, could you please leave me a comment and tell me what you think?
Another Day In Hell
She's twisted,
Twisted and confused.
Battered and bruised,
And tired of being abused.
That one person could make it all go away,
But he's wasted his luck on a drop of crimson rain.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
A few more bruises to hide,
A few more lies to create,
And another heart that continually breaks.
In that sleepy little town,
There's no one around to save her.
There's no one around to mend her broken heart,
In that sleepy little town.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
A few more bruises to hide,
A few more lies to create,
And another heart that continually breaks.
In that broken home,
She's always alone.
Even when he's around,
She feels so alone.
But when he throws that bottle down,
She knows she'll have more bruises to hide,
In that broken home.
She's calling out.
He's falling down.
She's crying now.
He's not sober, anymore.
If only she could get out, escape.
If only she could run away.
Run away from that sleepy little town,
Escape that broken home,
That broken life.
