I don’t know why she decided to trust him once again,

He never was going to change; he had proved that once before.

She had found a way to deal with his madness

She had found a way to deal with her sadness.

But now I fear she has got it into her head

That all that matters is she’s lonely in her bed.

How lonely can you be?

To be blinded by his rage and insanity!

I hear her through our walls, talking to herself

Trying to convince herself that she is right.