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She’s out for the night,
She won't let it happen without a fight,
Her dress shreds dangle,
Their legs,
Lust and passion tangle,
She’s stressed, as she's pressed into him unwillingly.

Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.

Eyes shine like diamonds,
So fresh so innocent,
She was pure until the night she went,
Looking for a night on the town,
He turned that innocent smile into a depressing frown,
Eyes dull like stone,
First time lovers,
Never meant to be,
He was never meant to see,
Her in that way,
What will her father say?
He cannot condone this behaviour,
He's supposed to be her savour,
From harms sinful touch.

Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.

The deed is done,
He has won,
Now he's gone,
She's left in a strange town,
With strange faces,
Never seen these places,
Thinks her actions cause disgraces,
She wishes she were at home,
Safe and alone,
Her where about’s unknown,
Her father's scared,
To hear her voice on the phone,
All he can hear is her gentle moan of pain and anger.

Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.

This is it,
Let go or hang on,
On top a bridge,
But second glances cause second chances,
Looking she's scared,
She's compared,
The good and the bad,
She knows the person,
To miss her most,
Her dear old dad,
He'll be fine,
He'll just get drunk every night,
Off of wine,
Can she walk the line,
This time too far,
The grounds running out,
So is her life.

Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.

The grounds rushing on,
She counts in her head,
Five,
For the people still alive,
Four,
For the gallons of blood that will pour,
From my contorted body when I hit the floor,
Three,
This one's for me,
No more pain or shame,
Nothing to loose and nothing to gain, two, this ones for you, the son of a bitch that took my life, i hope you die from the edge of a knife, one, too late to turn back, i'm done.

Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010