Blood still flows from an open wound
In a room one heart beats
Where there were two
The killer had a knife and golden blonde hair
Her eye’s blue and black
They had been that way for years
She  planned her escape once the beatings begun,
But she did not know to use a knife or a gun
Alone again, and a fist to her face, he turned his back
She attacked!

One to the back and three to the heart
One to the back and three to the heart
One to the back and three to the heart
One to the back and three to the heart

After cleaning her blood stained hands
She got into her car and drove to Mexico