The Way You Move

Weakness overcomes her
as she tries to stand up strong
she lives only to please you
but her flowers wither with your song

tired old man can you not see
the influence you hold
bitter you reach out to pluck her from the sea
where she was at once afloat on a raft
of surrenity she had only just found hope
but you had to come on bye with your
needle and dope and your seductive eyes.

It seems to always be you in the end.
No matter how good things go.
You live to demoralize the girl
to strip her of her freedom and
completely destroy her world.

It makes me sick the way you move
from one to the next to the next
you simply live off of the wreckage
like a fire smoldering in their essence