Her stor's history To arise daily with the sun setting brings her down When curtains are drawn close not even moonshine can cradle her to sleep Just like her estranged mother, she too did not want a daughter once Not when her story brings her gallons of bitter tears to taste He makes her cry just to console her And when she empties the bottle she still does not numb the salted wounds He keeps wanting more like a hunter with a filled belly Whilst she gives too much leaving her weaker than her unfed child she could not carry Her idea of love will make the heartless run away The time spent in her room pushes reality further away And ambivalence is her only friend all day For her thoughts are shameful when does not know the difference between now and history anymore
