Have day-old make-up on my face

Wondering through this broken place.

I don't know where to start

Cleaning up this broken heart

That was mine.

 

He didn't give me half a chance

To recover my fighting stance.

He kicked me into the ground

Didn't bother to stick around

To see me crying.

Why should I bother to stay?

Spat the dirt out of my mouth

I'm heading to the deep south

Back to my kind.

 

Now I'm running to

I know what I'll do

I'm not going to try this again.

Who can trust the tongues of men?

I've made up my mind.

 

Because I have new make-up on my face

Leaving this old broken place

Now I know where to start

Cleaning up this broken heart

That Is Mine.

Pushed my flying hair away