A breath of fresh air While trapped in a coffin A sweet disposition Seen less and less often
A wonderful match At least to their faces So when his mask slips They still sing his praises
A tender caress Tooth-rattling smack A rose-colored promise Another attack
Once delicate flower Crushed by vicious hand Unraveled, now lonely All part of his plan
A smoldering gaze Aimed at other women Now people ask why On Earth you stayed with him
In public, a joy In private, a terror The violence is over The haunting's forever