Mary

Mary drive to her house
Radio in her car and cold in the air
When she stopped she get out the key
Mary go into the house
Saw the pictures of her husband
And anger move inside
´She yell “I hate you, fucking bastard!
Give me a sense in all this mess
And told me I don´t love you no more and end!´(x2)

Poor Mary trying to hide her wounds
Her mind is a chaos that not even she can explain
She would like to run away from city, world, …
And never visit this pain again