Heals Over Head

Heals Over Head

Trailing through the thickets, pulling flowers from her hair
She dashes from the meadow screaming "this isn't fair"
Another night of bruises, another night of booze
Her body is so injured, she doesn't feel her own blood ooze

Her golden sunshine hair, is now in peaces on the floor
He yanks her around, even as she screams "no more"
He gets off on her pain, seeing the tears fill her eyes
Another night of black and blue, another midnight lie.

Come morning light, the ivory concealer covers up the truth
Painting on her face, she looked like she was back in her youth
With her midnight black liner, and her deep blue eye shadow
She hides who she really is, and tucks her true self down below

She searches for her smile, and pastes on some laughs
But with in her eyes, you can always see her two halves
A side where she's smiling, but she hanging by a thread
Or the other... where her heals are already over her head