Misery

she listens to songs sung with the sweetness
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had

after the fire dies
she tells herself lies

as the hours drag by
into the sunrise

she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes

she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name

after the fire dies
she tells herself lies

this is not my life
this is not a knife

she just lays there and cries
imprisoned by the stars in his eyes