The girl with the tear away face
so tragic
such a waste.
All she does is moan
complain and let her hair fall out of place.
Can't communicate, but enjoys the way you taste.
Touch her body,
feed her bones.
Her heart is made of stone.
Too many personalities
too many no's.
I don't know who she is, or where she goes.
Find yourself, find your home.
Before you end up all alone.
Both strong men, left you out in the cold.
Be a better woman. All of these problems are all your own.
Can't play the victim, you shouldve known.