A new day   His sinister urge is awakening   She's waiting   She knows she can't escape, she can't escape the daily pain      Count the scars in her eyes   Bleeding tears by his lies   They say that stick and stones may break her bones   But words hurt the most      Count the scars in her heart   Her blood is used in his art   She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones   Living the life he chose      At night time   His drunken fist lands in her face   She's waiting   She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate      Count the scars in her eyes   Blinded by the sharpest knife   They say that stick and stones may break her bones   Well, actually they did      Count the scars in her heart   Her blood is used in his art   She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones   Her life is lost, it faded      Some day she will avenge   He'll suffer her revenge   Sheer domestic violence      Count the scars in her eyes   Bleeding tears by his lies   They say that stick and stones may break her bones   But words hurt the most      Count the scars in her heart   Her blood is used in his art   She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones   Living the life he chose