The Prozac seems to be working but she doesn't want to take it,
She continuously gives him her heart, and he constantly breaks it.
Jose Quervo, she's beginning to drink it straight,
Her nights are no longer filled with innocent dates.
Passed out again, with her clothes torn off yet shoes still tied,
In an unfamiliar place, with a stranger by her side.
The suns coming up as she's going to bed,
The lies he told play like reruns in her head.
He's seen her at her weakness and only a glance at her best,
She told him from the start she's different than all the rest.
Once a brave girl is now one with no hope,
Her empty life is being filled with cheap dope.
Her heart was shattered, just completely torn out
How do I put myself back together, when living life, is a frequent doubt.
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