Standing on the highest building
Looking down at the ground...
Pretty as a summers day
Pure, clean and true...
A broken heart,
a bleeding fist...
I'm sorry God I didâ??t think.
I was the one who chose to drink...
"I'm sorry I was so bad"
Tears stream from her eyes...
He comes home drunk most every night
Screaming and yelling always wanting to fight...
Thrash!!! His fist hits my face
Then he locked me out in the cold...
And one last sip is all she would take
the promise she made to herself she would break...
Interrupt these silent screams
Wipe away these blood laced tears...
I turned over, looked at the clock.
2:01 is what it seemed to shout...
Wrists sticky
ankles bloody...
Don't you
understand...