All alone she does lay in her own special way,
In the bed that was once theirs, not hers.
Her knees right up tight
To her chest, not in fright,
But for comfort she's not felt in years.

It had been far too long since he did her no wrong,
But she'd never blame him for the cause.
And with every new squeak
That the floorboard did speak,
She regretted no locks on the doors.

The door handle turns, while her stomach it churns
With the realisation; what's due.
Her brain it says,"No",
But her voice is too low,
Eyes clamp shut, and she shivers anew.

Her fingers find steel as he comes down to kneel
Down beside her, intentions quite clear.
But her hand is too fast,
And he sits there aghast
He no longer looks down to find fear.

The blade, it shines bright with the gentle moonlight,
Her will carries it on through it's deed.
No more hurting, she knows,
Keeps on going in throes,
'Til her spirit and life becomes freed.

Eyes open once more as her ears hear the door,
And she sees the young face in the light.
She stands there with Ted,
Then she slips into bed,
Never has been a fan of the night.

She cuddles her daughter, while visions of slaughter
Come to haunt her at night as she weeps.
But they're finally free,
Despite efforts from he,
And she watches her child as she sleeps.