She came with baggage.
And a suitcase full of pain.
Thanks to his endless hurt.
She will never be the same.
Just Like an iron fist.
In a velvet glove.
He loved to hate her.
But all forgotten how to love.
Oh the swings n' the shouts.
She just blocks it out.
She was already gone.
But nowhere to go.
Scars on her soul.
Starting to show.
Oh the swings n' the shouts.
She just blocks it out.
She was already gone.
She did what she had to do.
With his His gun right in her hand.
Midnight she saw it through.
As She took her final stand.