She didn't have bruises to ink her skin
But the lashes from your words were enough
To have her cower from within
You were at war with yourself
And she an unfit soldier for your cause
So your kisses sufficed for the small stuff

It's real now isn't it
the abcense of the wind
It's real now isn't it
suffocating, pinned to the bed
Death comes for us all
And it's real  now, isn't it?
When you plunge to the fall
It's a 100 foot drop onto the edges of her heart

She still must have been in love with you
But the way you tore each other down;
The way she cowered from her own spirit
She hid from you
She lied to you
But in the end she mostly betrayed herself