Now I’m lying down to sleep and troubled dreams are all I find,
Nowhere to hide in wakeful darkness,
The ceiling a canvas, for my mind.
Twisted shadows leap and claw,
A nightly reminder of what you did,
Haunted by memories of what I saw.
Your mother never taught you,
How to treat a girl,
Or how to live in the big wide world.
But that’s no excuse.
For breaking my heart.