A mother of three A woman buried somewhere underneath Sings a sad lullaby forever burned inside their minds
Her nights are diseased another one full of whiskey And men To uphold her complacency
As she's down on her praying hands and crying out
With her key in hands she opens where her real nigth Begins Who could have known that he had pushed the pain this Far With a gun and venom in his veins he screamed, "try Your best" Save her kids, give her life; rip open his wrongs that Will never be set right
As she's down on her praying hands and knees crying Out Her daughter pleads, "daddy don't"
With an itchy trigger He focused on her instead, straight to her head Shooting straight to her heart
How will this horror end Face down she holds her head If she had to relive this could she do it againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
