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Living a Lie
She feels empty
Empty…
Like a jar
With no use, anymore.
She feels broken,
Broken like a doll,
That is missing a leg.
He touched her when she said no,
Now she’s missing a piece of her,
But what?
What could it be?
It was dark for three days,
Just three days
until she was shocked back to reality.
She’s lost trust in guys, men.
Men, greedy pigs.
Men, some are nice
But in the end, they want the same thing,
Sex.
She’s just like you,
A normal girl,
Who liked to read,
Liked to draw,
She liked to go outside.
Now she remains hidden,
Like a hostage,
Like a victim who’s been kidnapped.
The days seem longer,
Nights seem shorter.
No friends,
No support,
No dreams.
Who is she?
Where is she?
Will she ever come back?
Empty…
Like a jar
With no use, anymore.
She feels broken,
Broken like a doll,
That is missing a leg.
He touched her when she said no,
Now she’s missing a piece of her,
But what?
What could it be?
It was dark for three days,
Just three days
until she was shocked back to reality.
She’s lost trust in guys, men.
Men, greedy pigs.
Men, some are nice
But in the end, they want the same thing,
Sex.
She’s just like you,
A normal girl,
Who liked to read,
Liked to draw,
She liked to go outside.
Now she remains hidden,
Like a hostage,
Like a victim who’s been kidnapped.
The days seem longer,
Nights seem shorter.
No friends,
No support,
No dreams.
Who is she?
Where is she?
Will she ever come back?
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