I guess it's true old habits die hard.
She watched as the moon cheered on the stars' arrival.
Her eyes shinned as her smile grew wide.
Her mother glares at her teeth tattered cuticles
and the already scuffed dress shoes barely hidden in white.
I guess it's true old habits die hard.
Clichés erupt like fire and brimstone.
Church bells, white doves, a 'Just Hitched' sign on the car.
Her eyes shinned as her smile grew wide.
Vows, wedding promises, pretty words sewn in love
But words, like glass, are easily broken.
I guess it's true old habits die hard.
The blade greeted her like a childhood friend.
Their past stained on the cool metal.
Her eyes shinned as her smile grew wide.
Crimson life painted the walls of their future together
as her knife touched his heart in ways her words never could.
I guess it's true old habits die hard.
Her eyes shinned as her smile grew wide.