She could’ve lived
Escaping from the depths of hell
But she could’ve died
Of all the glory and the overflowing lies
Oh she could’ve drowned
In painful memories of her old house
And she could’ve ran
To her lover and his treacherous town
She wanted to stop
To grieve
To gather their ashes as she watched them burn
But she chose not to breathe
Held it together
Until the guilt inside consumed her
Until she was free
And then she became me