she tipped back the bottle and he gave her a ride
now she's ashamed and she just can't hide
from the words
from the eyes
from her screams
and her cries

she's broken in half and she's torn apart
she wishes for the end but she's at the start
of the hurt
and the pain
and the looks
and the names

they call her easy and they call her a soak
she had a spirit but now it's broke
broken in twos
broken in threes
broke all around
and forced on her knees

now she's scraped, scratched, and bleeding
her pain lasts but her joy is fleeting
she's used to following instead of leading
someone answer her desperate pleading

she cries for regret and drowns her sorrow
to forget all the pain she'll feel tomorrow

and before she falls asleep she'll fall apart again
losing herself in the sadness she thinks will never end

they became heroes and she was wrong
what she wanted all along
was to be loved
to be right
to be safe
to live her life

she tipped back the bottle and he gave her a ride
now she's ashamed but she just can't hide