As the pain beings to melt away
Running mascara in cliché
I wrap myself in a somber embrace
Black streaks trail down my face
Hands across my battered hips
The taste of blood from my lips
A blackened eye and aching wrists
More was done than with your fists
Like a broken zipper you forced me to part
Taking me like some second-rate tart
Condemned to hell with no regret
A life in my belly seeing I’ll never forget.