Paint her nails, cherry red.
Match the roses that he left.
No remorse, no regret.
She forgives every word he said...
She didn't want to leave him, baby.
She didn't wanna fight but then she started to cry, then remembered she can...
She can buy herself flowers.
Write her name in the sand.
Talk to herself for hours.
Say things he doesn't understand.
She can take herself dancing, and hold her own hand.
She can love her better than he can.
