She was on the floor, her face was in her mother's arms.
She had said that she'd been out late wiht the boys.
Just another evening, like every other evening
Everything is all the same it seems.
Danny always called her on the phone for no special reason,
apparently,
He could never tell her what it was, he suffered sillently,
quietly.
Just another evening, but his hands just can't be still,
He can't control it and he cannot tell her why.
Feel the beaded knuckles, feel the snap inside,
See the rush of terror in her eye,
She can't feel it,
She can't feel it,
She can't feel anything anymore.
He tried painfully, he begged for her forgivness on his knees,
She gave gracefully, but inside,
but inside,
She still bleeds
