alive

all she's asking is for a little more time, to walk away from his anger and leave the bruises far behind, she won't talk about it.she's made up her mind, but as the front door shuts behind her she whispers "give me a sign.", feels the power of the engine as she climbs to 65, every piston sounds like freedom, every white line says goodbye, she'll find strength in her anger and the truth in his lies, when the last scar finally fades she'll have a new life, say goodbye to mr. right, lock the door, turn out the light, pack your bags, leave this trap, run away, don't look back, see another day with each new sun, your life has just begun, she can still feel the touch of his hand, not just the violence but the warmth of her man, the night she never felt so alive, even though it feels so cold outside, it's the first time i've ever seen her smile.