:: Sorry the next day ::
She's sitting at her kitchen table
Thinking 'bout the night before.
The words that he said, the look that she read
In his eyes as he stormed through the door.
A teardrop falls and makes its way down her bruised and swollen face.
This time she knows she won't be here
For his apology the next day.
Her bags are packed, she won't look back,
She's running the other way.
There's a life out there that she knows she'll find,
If she can just get away.
She's not alone, she knows that now.
Her pride is here to stay.
So she'll find the life she's never had,
Because he's sorry the next day.
She's tired of making excuses
For every mark her made.
The lying and the cheating, the pain and the beating,
She left behind when she walked away.
She turns to look at her past once more,
As a tear falls from her eye.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do
Is to turn and say goodbye.
Her bags are packed, she won't look back,
She's running the other way.
There's a life out there that she knows she'll find,
If she can just get away.
She's not alone, she knows that now.
Her pride is here to stay.
So she'll find the life she's never had,
Because he's sorry the next day.