Froth Turn It Off
He lies, but she smiles when she cries
Because she was fine
She washes her sorrow away
With the cyanide
Lay flat on the floor
There was nothing she sacrificed
Sadly it takes years for her to realise
Darling
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'Now just turn it off,' she screams
'Turn it off please!'
She kicks and she pounds and the door
Until her knuckles bleed
She never recalls the time
She made her mother cry
They say she'd be still if we realised
Darling