Broke down pony riding man.
Looks at me and I felt his hand.

His eyes flicker. There is no love lost.
I forgot him, and he forgot me.

Our eyes lock.
His tears are no shock.

Wind is cold, goes right through my cheap sweater,
the rain is pissing down over us.

I can't look away, I can't walk away.
I should, that would be good, but I can't.

Pain is amplified by the cold.
Terror sets in, I can't escape him.

He asks me to not to leave him, he wants me to cry.
I can't get out, I wont be freed.

He asks me to stay, he says it he didn't mean it.
He says he was drunk, he says he is an idiot.

I give in, he is my love.
He seems warm and loving, I feel safe somehow.

Days turn into weeks, still he hasn't drank.
We go out, its new years.

We are together, people watch us.
He is beautiful, and I am important because I am his.

He gets drunk, he hits my face.
He is angry, he twists my arm.

I try to kiss him, I think it will calm him.
He pushes me to the ground.

I lay there, feeling stupid and worthless.
In the filth of the downtown east side, I lay there.

A man comes over to me, he asks,
"What the hell is such a pretty lady doing down here sad and alone."

I roll over on to my back, I taste blood in my mouth.
Thank god its just the blood from my lip.

My love tells the man to fuck the fuck off.
He starts to walk towards me.

I wince as he comes closer, I anticipate the kick to the stomach.
I cry, it hurts, I am a fool.

I can't leave him, I wont leave him.
He is bored of me, so he left me.

I died.