In the rearview mirror
She takes one last glance
At who she use to be.
Her once perfect world
Flooded by the waterfalls streaming down her cheeks
Eyes swollen from both crying and his defeat
Soaking in his lies and her vulnerability
"It woon'tt happen again, I promise.
"Believe me. Things will change, I'll change."
Attempting to stay afloat
In search of the nonexistent ray of sun
To shine against her pruned brittle soul
And the return of her mutilated heart
Stolen by the one she trusted the most
