Brutalized by the beatings she takes in her stride
Make up on she\'s perfected playing maid to the bride
Body language that\'s speaking in tongues as a guide
The girl with the far away eyes
Welcomed into the world with a slap on the ass
Too far gone to acknowledge the stone in the grass
Feeble freedom attempts headed off at the pass
Taken in by those far away eyes
An angry whirlpool of pain
Invites her to release the strain
Scratching an ever itching vein
Tears stream from her far away eyes
From the frying pan into the fire then grill
Almost choked on the new favourite every day pill
Welcomes would be assassins hell Bent on a kill
The girl with the far away eyes
Like a tigress she fought her own corner and won
Almost mortality wounded by damage he\'d done
Her once obsolete smile flashed itself at the sun
The girl with the fiery eyes