She feels trapped in the home of her own making
though it’s only because she tried to be a good girl,
the one who followed all of the rules
only to turn out the fool
And so she tends to the children, though she hates them all
But most of all she loathes the man she married
she can’t stand him one minute more
her eyes constantly looking at the door
But she’s made her bed and now she has to lie in it
she’s trapped in the home that she made
not knowing where to go but far far away
every dream she’s dreamed of, betrayed.
But who can ever say what will happen tomorrow
even when one follows each and every rule
just trying to do what they believe is right
only to feel the sting too late in the fight?