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Wake up early in the morning,
with crystal tears on her face she is sobbing,
what a monster she married,
A ha ppy home is what she always desired.
It wasn't like this when love was fresh on its face,
now she can't cope with the stress everything is a mess,
How did it come to this?
He wasn't like this now what a beast he is,
wake up early in the morning cursing the day they were marrying.
Who does she turn to in this prison of seclusion,
cause everybody left her in a catch-22-situation,
now lable this an emotional breakdown,
pity for her its a routine from dusk to dawn,
A happy home she is yet to see,
In her thoughts its just fantasy.
Take a journey through her minds eye,
all she wishes is for the coward to die,
hoping for the moment she will finally dry her own eyes,
the solid tears she despies.
Mounting violence,
creeping behind our happy homes in silence,
agony and pain can be felt from a distance,
she acts like its fine and tha house is a mine. By Jonathan Yt |
