Testo Punching Bag

She was always the first one to lend a helping handTorn by conviction, bound by circumstanceAnd he was angry, mad at the worldSo he took it out on the girlHe had to raise his handsUse her like a punching bagTo prove he was a manChorus:One girl, slightly usedBroken, damaged goodsShe sits alone in a third floor walk-upAcross from the liquor storeHuggin? a bottle, til a man can keep her warmShe checks the mail, not once but twice a dayFor an answer to the ad she placedBold type, printed in redSeven words I can?t forgetSimply it read(Chorus)Someday this will endShe will live again(Verse 1)(Chorus)