I ran those empty streets,
while the rain poored down.
Barefoot and braless,
people stared at me.
I walked the paths in the dark,
until the lighting began.
I found myself that nice little bridge,
and sat alone underneath.
Found that bottle and smashed it,
then picked out the sharpest piece.
As I ran that glass across my wrists,
I saw your face in my head.
That day I knew you were broken,
and you were breaking me.
So I left when you had kicked me out,
I didnt fight to stay.
So when I slept under that bridge that night,
I knew I needed to find somewhere else.
One day I'll find that place,
I'll go far away from you.
And you wont cry for me mother,
not with that bottle in your hand.
You were never there when I needed you.
You were passed out in that chair,
and you can stay like that forever mommy,
Because I'll make it out of here.