Victim of Love
Up, Down
How can i turn this around?
side to side
back and forth
it doesnt really seem that i have
much of a choice
what is the greater good
if there's always theives
Stealing what you love and own
from right underneath
The feeling to be a Victim
is the worse thing ever
but knowing the one who stole it
is something you have to remember.
Seeing the Effects are hearbreakin
to most
But being told from the beginning
like being heard from a different coast
Not acknowledging the Signs
Looking away from the scars
You hurt youself the most
and End up drinkin at the Bar
Sippin on Whiskey
trying to forget and feel numb
but realizing not comfronting that person
is doin nothing to change, so you feel dumb
thinking of Revenge
it might work well
but instead you see the syringe
and say "Oh Well"
Injecting what you think is Love and
wonders of life
Is just Chemicals chopped up with a knife.
She is Drowning on her own Choices
cant pick the right one to save her life
Is it Because she is living with a Devil
instead of a husband to treat her right...
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