That Is Mine
Have day-old make-up on my face
Wandering 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
Pushed my flying hair away
Leaving this old broken place
Now I know where to start
Cleaning up this broken heart
That Is Mine.