Turn it off - Froth

He lies, but she smiles when she cries

Because she was fine

She washes her sorrow away

With the cyanide

Lay flat on the floor

There was nothing she sacrificed

Sadly it takes years for her to realise

Darling

'Now just turn it off,' she screams

'Turn it off please!'

She kicks and she pounds and the door

Until her knuckles bleed

She never recalls the time

She made her mother cry

They say she’d be still if we realised

Darling