You look pretty digging your grave

Her dress so beautiful; make up on her face
A necklace of pearls; everything in place
Her hair as perfect as a snowflake
As she digs beside the lake

You look so pretty digging your grave
Working for hours as you slave
What had pushed her this far?
What kind of punishment has left this scar?

Not crying not even a care
Hands not gloved; bleeding as bare
Laughing at her task she goes
What made her this way... She only knows

You look so pretty digging your grave
I guess a broken heart; all the love she gave
She still continues; scoop after scoop
For she is not right; her head thrown into a loop

Now she stairs gazing at the moon
Looking down at this hole: is their enough room?
She places the shovel to see how deep
This her resting place; her finale sleep

You look so pretty digging your grave
To end all this pain; you only crave
To finally be free; no pain at last
It's coming closer, it arrives so fast

You get word of what she's doing
Not time to spare; gotta get going
You drive like a mad man there
For her life; you somewhat care

You look so pretty digging your grave
Now it's only him; her life to save
He arrives; his brakes a screech
Only a few steps; she will be in reach

He yells as he runs to her
He will stop her; he's for sure
She hits him with the shovel: pushing him in
Now is her new life; her freedom can begin

You look so pretty filling his grave
For all of his abuse in which he gave
No more crying, no more fear
Only from hear heart a warming cheer

" Thier is nothing worse than a scorned woman!"