One through nine




One through nine

Four of which were mine

Three of the other

And two of hers

Etched into our memory where they constantly stir.



Defeated and broken

She feels no gain

Full of spite

And full of pain



Her heart is enraged

And her mind is the same

She doesn’t understand

The way the honorable played his game



She kept her hopes high

She kept pushing through

She doesn’t understand the judgment

Because in his heart the honorable knew



He took pieces from her life

Her heart and her soul

He put thoughts into her memory

That make her stop cold



I can’t help but think

Its my fault they were there

Up on the stand

raising their right hand



The other girls I know they hurt

If only they knew

That I also hurt for them

because of what i put them through


One through nine

Four of which were mine

Three of the other

And two of hers

Etched into our memory where they constantly stir.