Her heart, it lay crumbled
Crumbled at her feet
Her red dress now ragged
Not pretty nor neat
She recalls the night
That she looked in his eyes
Promising jewels
Really it was lies
He took her away
In the peak of the night
Smiles on their faces
On the edge of a fight
The jewels were really bruises
They lay upon her skin
Not knowing where she stands
Broken and defeated
Lying at his toes
He’s the real weak one
But only he knows
Opening the door
They’d ask her where she’d been
She would cry about his bluntness
Then fall into his arms
Her friends say he’s not appealing
She says he’s full of charm
After enough tears were cried
She would say that it’s the end
Only to love him
Again and again
Here she is now
Bottle in her hand
Confused, bemused
She’s pulling out her hair
Strands lie on the floor
Her heart crumpled at her feet
He’s not welcome anymore
