Autobiography of a Twisted Heart

She lays there on the floor

Says “never doing this anymore”

clutching her sides

tired of the goodbyes

he’ll return again tomorrow

that’s for sure

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shattered her heart bleeds from its seams

sewn up from the last night or as it seems

never fully healed

always completely broken

the words he yells after her

aren’t the ones he means

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he knows how she feels

how she aches just to feel

his skin under her own

the only love she’s ever known

the only love he’ll ever see

is what’s underneath

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her clothes she wears of shame

painted with a large red A

she can barely recognize herself anymore

labeled amongst the rest of the whores

all because she loved one boy

one boy who shattered her in every way

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she gave that boy all she had

he was her first,

he was the worst,

but the way he could please her left her wanting so bad

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he shattered her earth oh but he was the moon

he would laugh just to watch her swoon

to watch her just fall

guard down she gave him her all

but to him it was all just a joke

a continuous humorous hoax.

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she left that boy eventually

but oh her wrists never ceased to bleed

with every slit her heart cried along

to the boy who took her innocence with all of his greed.