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Written by Sorrow Is My Mask   
Tuesday, 06 May 2008
 

 

Take A Look

 

He sits there with hands folded

She sits across the room, her pride eroded

 

Their love, not what it used to be

They find themselves stuck in eachothers imagery

 

Where everything seems to get worse

She thinks, if only he would put me first

 

But deep inside he knows what he must do

He says, "It must end between me and you."

 

But she finds it hard to comply

She can't imagine being alone in all of her lies

 

She needs him to always be there

She can't live without someones care

 

But he sees through her now

Her "pity me" strategies rot inside out

 

She tries desperately to make him stay

But his door is already opened to better days

 

And now she cuts herself everday

Turning to drugs, having to remind herself it will be okay

 

Selling her body to everyone she sees

All she is now, just a broken down sleez



Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask

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