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C.O.D. : Heartbreak
how much more of this can I bloody take?
have it written on my tombstone it was heartbreak
patience, please be patient for me, for us, for we
there is a hidden side of me you, they, fail to see...
that underneath it all I am but only a broken girl
whom pain, hurt and death has become its fatal encurl
a heart dying to love and be loved completely and wholly
for something sacred, beyond the very being holy
for someone to be a match, for someone to just stay
only just one who wants to be there at the end of the day
if all I'll ever be for anybody is just a girl to fuck
then boys can go find a different girl, one who'll suck
I need something made of something other then just lust
but to get something like that requires a lot of trust
and broken girls like me find it hard to trust anybody
it's hard to trust when you ripe open your own heart
people just leave their own unique cut or mark, then part
broken girls die from a lot of darker, nastier things
slow deaths by dirty money and bloody diamond rings
or the worst of all, worse then anything else by far
the pain that hurts more then being beaten with a steel bar
hurts longer and heals slower then any kind of mortal wound
and it becomes an addiction, for all girls have,once, swooned
on the tombstone, have it etched for to plainly read and see
that this girl's C.O.D was as clear as day, a heartbreak
have it written on my tombstone it was heartbreak
patience, please be patient for me, for us, for we
there is a hidden side of me you, they, fail to see...
that underneath it all I am but only a broken girl
whom pain, hurt and death has become its fatal encurl
a heart dying to love and be loved completely and wholly
for something sacred, beyond the very being holy
for someone to be a match, for someone to just stay
only just one who wants to be there at the end of the day
if all I'll ever be for anybody is just a girl to fuck
then boys can go find a different girl, one who'll suck
I need something made of something other then just lust
but to get something like that requires a lot of trust
and broken girls like me find it hard to trust anybody
it's hard to trust when you ripe open your own heart
people just leave their own unique cut or mark, then part
broken girls die from a lot of darker, nastier things
slow deaths by dirty money and bloody diamond rings
or the worst of all, worse then anything else by far
the pain that hurts more then being beaten with a steel bar
hurts longer and heals slower then any kind of mortal wound
and it becomes an addiction, for all girls have,once, swooned
on the tombstone, have it etched for to plainly read and see
that this girl's C.O.D was as clear as day, a heartbreak
Published 23rd Nov 2013
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30th Dec 2013 00:26am
broken girls die from a lot of darker, nastier things
slow deaths by dirty money and bloody diamond rings
or the worst of all, worse then anything else by far
the pain that hurts more then being beaten with a steel bar
hurts longer and heals slower then any kind of mortal wound
and it becomes an addiction
Yeah, slavery exists in every form, but damn, those of us who began on the bottom? Get real hooked on the conditioning we're used to. Self-slavery, terror of reaching out and being free. It's a warped spyglass when you look into some futures, remembering the past.
slow deaths by dirty money and bloody diamond rings
or the worst of all, worse then anything else by far
the pain that hurts more then being beaten with a steel bar
hurts longer and heals slower then any kind of mortal wound
and it becomes an addiction
Yeah, slavery exists in every form, but damn, those of us who began on the bottom? Get real hooked on the conditioning we're used to. Self-slavery, terror of reaching out and being free. It's a warped spyglass when you look into some futures, remembering the past.
