• A women sat on the corner of her bed
    thinking about all the nasty things he had said
    she sat alone crying with a rose in her hand
    thinking about the days when they walked through the sand

    she thought of the house as a god forsaken tomb
    as she stood up and paced around the room
    she let the rose fall to the floor
    as she started to walk out the door

    she doesn't care about anything anymore
    and she hates the things she used to adore