You laid her in your tears,
She was your sponge. 
Soaked up your trespasses, 
As if it could keep you dry. 

Bound her hands, 
So no words came out.
Tossed her in your basement
Of broken mirrors.

Hysterical lady
Armed with the ice pick
From the lobotomy,
She escaped from.

Squeeze her out,
You’ll see the blood,
She wore for him.
Then you tell me,
What she should’ve done.