LYRIC FOR SALE

By The_Wordman_Chronicles

When she woke up, the truth hit her hard
her lover was dead, with a blade in his heart
Yes, in his chest a knife
was what ended his life

She wanted a change
but this way seemed strange
so on the way out, she picked up his gun
'cause she knew, from now on she'd be on the run

She was never a fortunate one
her father wanted a son
her mother a beauty queen
but in this scene she never was seen

They told her she is not pretty enough
that her cheekbones are much too rough
and that even with beautiful hair
in her eyes there is too much despair

She grabbed a man in a bar
told him she likes his scar
and said its okay, to go to his place
where she woke up, next to his lifeless face

in her hands still the smoking’ gun
in her head she heard a strange voice
saying: It is okay, you had no choice
you're mine and we gonna have so much fun

What follows is dread
a trail of bodies, all dead
think about that, when you take to bed
the strange girl you just met