Too late she got away now you'll never know It hurt like hell but you didn't let it show Fill your suitcase up with pride Searching for another place to hide Nobody to talk to but yourself and her memory But Ann Marie explained it all in her poetry Too late she got away you can't catch her now It looks like this time she won't turn around Fill your suitcase up with shame Take a trip to nowhere take the blame Much too much to keep within your grasp She found her liberty Cry cry cry behind your mask And your dignity But Ann Marie explained it all in her poetry