When would a woman stop being a woman

She turns to the lines on the page

So you say that it's over

I think it's time you act your age

Please don't take him for a foothold

Because five years old is not a time of war

Please please show some dignity

Don't tell her son his mommy is a whore

So now the talking's over

Fighting's next on the list

Now she's gone you're what's wrong

You've been talking with your fists

Constant scars on your fingers

They say nothing holds the shape of your soul

Yours is an angry love of deception

See the prophecy unfold

So now the talking's over

Fighting's next on the list

Now she's gone you're what's wrong

You've been talking with your fists

So now the fighting's over

Now the lawyers have the list

Now she's gone

You're what's wrong

You've been talking with your fists

You can rot in your anger

It's just a product of your fear

Frightened by the way that she left you

She's having freedom from the shades of her tears

So now the fighting's over

Anguish is like a blade upon your wrists

Now she's gone

You're what's wrong

Oh, you've been talking with your fists