The clock on the wall says 5:15.
Oh god no. 15 minutes till the end of me.
Everything comes crashing down.
I hear his key turn the lock.
I hear footsteps down the hall.
This happy home, is not what it appears to be.
The clock on the wall says 5:45.
Where am I? Can it be I'm still alive?
I'm sure all of this will be my fault.
I can't see past this here and now.
Why keep screaming if no one hears a sound?
So I clean my blood up with a kitchen towel.
I pick myself up off of the ground.
I smile pretty just like they taught.
A bird in his cage and I know I'm caught.
His ring around my finger waits and there's not a mark
upon my face. I clean the blood up with a kitchen towel.
The monster swears he's sorry now.
I smile pretty just like he wants.
Hope is dead, yet her spirit haunts.
His ring around my finger waits, it's suicide but I can't e