She sits and she deals with sorrows alone.


In the corner of the same old room

The same old nights, the same old fights

She’s tired, you’re fucking with her rights

She’s tired of facing the same old plights


Chains locked tight round her waist, she gasps

Grasps the neck of her collar, it’s easy to choke

On the lies and the promises, years that she lost to it

Nobody to mend her she knows that she’s broke.


She’s a joke.


On her forehead, inscribed in bold letters must say

“Bend me, I break, but I can’t stay away”

Another night in the corner, she spends ‘cause of you

Gasping and crying, wishing on the moon


There’s no stars where you left her,

Ignorant buffoon.

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