domingo, 24 de abril de 2011

Girl




I met a girl, who hated the world,
she used her body to sell her soul,
every town, they break her in pain,
tear out her heart and leave her in pain.
I never found out how she survived,
all of the saddness she kept inside,
i never found out how she could lie,
the smile on her face,
and the scratches she'd hide.

you could love her,
if you pay,
you could have her, everyday.
you could love her if you pray,
you could have her, everyway.
Down on her knees,
she wept on the floor,
this hopeless life, she wanted no more,
dead in her mind,
and cold to the bone,
she opened her eyes,
and saw she was alone.
She never found out how much i tried,
all of the saddness she kept, made me blind,
she never found out how much i cried,
held her so tight, on the night that she died.

I never found out how she survived,
a life with lies, is a life with denial.
i never found out how she could lie,
love on her face, and the darkness inside.

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