Those brown eyes make me angry
      Maybe because they’re cold
             Maybe because they’re dead
Those brown eyes make me angry
I would prefer the lies instead

Those lips make me remember
       Maybe because they’re silent
              Maybe because they’re still
Those lips make me remember
I would prefer them popping pills

That mouth makes me shiver
        Maybe because it’s smiling
              Maybe because it’s bleeding
That mouth makes me shiver
I would prefer the annoying pleading

That neck makes me sick
       Maybe because it’s purple
            Maybe because it’s green
That neck makes me sick
I would prefer the words so mean

Those wrists make me wonder
         Maybe because they’re torn
             Maybe because they’re scarred
Those wrists make me wonder
I would prefer she tried less hard

Those hands make me regret
       Maybe because they’re calling
            Maybe because they’re reaching
Those hands make me regret
I would prefer I did less preaching

That body makes me wish
       Maybe because it’s broken
               Maybe because it’s dead
That body makes me wish
I had my daughter back instead