The enemy is under her porch
She’s afraid to open up the door
Every day the same as the one before
Oh, what a life she has
And when she wakes up late at night
The enemy is clear in sight
It’s looking at her strait in the eyes
And she wished she’d never looked
She could be doing so much more
But now she’s laying on the floor
Refusing to open up that door
She’s tired of the world
Now she’s just a hollow shell
She isn’t doing very well
At least as far as I can tell
She never leaves that house
Her future used to be so bright
Up until that stormy night
When they had that awful fight
She misses Jack so much
The enemy has her figured out
He’s chewed her up and spit her out
If you haven’t already figured it out
The enemy is time
She wishes that she could go back
Back when she had her life on track
But the enemy has got her trapped
Life only goes one way
Every night she goes upstairs
And glances at the empty chairs
In the mirror, a woman stares
With teary eyes and messy hairs
But she knows at least one man that cares
So before bed she says her prayers
She prays that he’ll come back
And kisses her in the rain
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