Molly Waits
father, mother
will I ever trust another
it's one o'clock
sitting home alone, fingers curled around my Glock
waiting for the trouble I know is looming
hair pulled back, no time for primping, no time for grooming
I've waited all night for this fight
I hope the winner is on the side of right
head lights coming around the block
check the door, closed and lock
dark clouds hide the moon, a premotion of my dooming?
how can I fight those for whom my love was once blooming?
I'm sorry for the lives I fear I will take
but I know my actions tonight will not be a mistake.