The redness of his face permits
The [bad word] his words won't dare admit,
His sunken eyes are hid behind a darken lens
Broken doors and thoughtless words,
The tyre tracks on her dead lawn
Feeble threats and loveless debts
Prove nothing when she still steals your breath
She stands tall with strength not height
You can see the fists inside her eyes
Now its time for her revenge
Delivered acid tongue, god pity/help him
She sits there in the aftermath
And listens as cars drive slowly past
His final show, his lies
Had done nothing but cured her smile
Her [bad word] fade from black to blue,
Over time they slowly heal
You'll think you've grown found love again 
When you break your own heart
It will never mend.