• He left her broken
    Laying bloody on the floor
    Left red smears on the knob
    As he walked out the door
    And out of her life
    For well and for good
    And for the very first time
    The girl understood
    What had been taken
    What had been lost
    Where believing had gotten her
    What trusting had cost
    For him and his lot
    The gates opened to hell
    Will the lost girl
    Be drawn in as well?
    For actions present
    And actions past
    The girl hit a spiral
    Slid down too fast
    Though dazed and bewildered
    Her mind all but gone
    She chooses to fight
    Always alone