Mountain punk music of a life's story.
I am the girl...I. Am. The. Girl.
I am the girl with the black mascara
running down her cheeks and the scars on her hands
from the night he lost his wired self and gave in to calling me a slut
I am the girl holding bars giving into anger
and killing him with the blunt end of his gun
on his last night of fun
as he whispered in my ear "who's the tough one now?"
There you go thinking you know me again.
Thinking this smile is so real when at just a glance more
There you go thinking of a solid reality
when it comes to me and my dreams
but your eyes are open it seems
I'll gather my pillows and leave
I am the girl with the stars in her eyes
as you tightened the noose from the belt you tore loose
from my dress drink still on your breath
gave in to my upset but that didn't keep you from trying
I am the girl with the curls you held onto
as I tried to fight the hand that was hitting me
first with a left and then with a might
sit still you would say as I wriggled away