The fight

Despite reservations
She just let's it go
It's easier bending
Than selling her soul

He never let's up
She's already heard...
His words they surround her
Like a flesh eating bird.

Its her addiction
It keeps her in line.
He plays with her sickness
Eroding her mind

She has to escape this incomprehensible place
But where does one go
When they're broke and betrayed

She needs understanding
He wants to blame
He's at fault too
He's guilty the same.

He can stay in the mansion
That house on the hill
Smoking his weed
and swallowing pills
He can decay there for all
that she cares...
Its not that she needs him
Its just that she's scared.

Scared of a new start
And finding herself
The truth may surprise her
Or be bad for her health.

She needs to sleep on it
Just for a night.
Right now she's too tired
Too weak from the fight.