Words
Sticks and Stones,
Yeah right not true.
The words can hurt,
Just like stones do.
They can break you,
from the inside out,
make you hate,
make you doubt.
They tear your heart,
Right from your chest,
And make you bleed,
Yes what a mess.
Take your time,
Accept your glory,
If only if only,
You knew my story.
If you only,
knew my pain,
If you'd only stop,
Your sadistic game.
Then maybe yes maybe,
If you'd stop the lie.
An innocent girl,
Wouldn't have to die.
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