Her
All she ever wanted was love
And even when ir seemed so close
She realized it was simply an illusion
and it's never her heartn anybody's ever really choosing
She seems to have a light that shines to all
But little do they know
The only reason the light illuminates on the outside is because it's running from the darkness
that consumes her insides
She cries ohhhhh how she cries
Cuz all her life she's been fed nothing but lies
From her momma and her daddy
All the way down to the dudes that she's dated
At this point for her it's forget love
I hate it
Why even bother man
Cuz people messed her over when all she really needed was a helping hand
And a shoulder to cry on before depression consumed her
But everyone that came around only wanted to use her
They came to benefit themselves and didn't really about what she was left
Especially that night her older cousin left her with that ripped dress
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