“She wore a broken smile For just a little while. Shed paint it on everyday For no certain reason, Not the color of the season, The simple shade of gray. The shameful walk, Oh if walls could talk I wonder what theyd say. There she goes, No one knows How she begged him to stay. But she stood there so confused That night, broken and used And watched him drive away. Black rivers roll down her face His love no one can ever replace. A scar this deep will stay. A river of red, A concrete bed Is where she will now lay.”
