Parting Gifts

All those Other girls
Walking round in a fatherless world
Swaying in all the ways
Those before them have
To only later realise,
The trail leads to a trap

I should have been a motherless child
A point blank shot.
Always hits the mark.
Poke ure finger in the whole
You've made
Just to make sure
You didn't miss,this time
Lick your lips
And give me that last Fuck you
As a parting gift
The feeling of enough is proof
I should back away slow
Love gets you killed
And love is all I know
So I show up again
Looking for the one
who didn't try to find me
Always one step behind
But now I see

All the desturbed girls
Love the ruthless guys
Bone crushing
hard fucking
As twisted as they are.