Poor Thing

by Damaged Goods oX   Feb 3, 2007


Come on people gather round,
come and see what's going down.
This poor helpless girl is falling apart,
come on hurry up people, its about to start.

Watch hes as she falls to her knees,
watch her as she begs and pleads.
Poor little girl she needs her lover,
someone tell the poor thing that they love her!

But sit and wait as no ones comes,
watch as from hear and hate she runs.
Lets lock her away and throw away the key,
Ahhh poor little child, why cant you see?

No one cares the why they say they do,
no one truly deep down loves you.
And if they do, why aren't they here?
Am i revealing your most darkest fear?

I'm sorry poor child for being the one,
for hearing the plain straight truth from.
Go ahead poor child its okay to cry,
I'm pretty sure you know no one cares if you die.

Watch her as she sits and bleeds,
and prays and hopes for the love she needs.
I'm sorry but no one is coming,
No one is that caring or loving.

The one you love is gone forever,
I guess he doesn't think you need each other.
Your heart has broke, aww look at the mess,
I hope people care about you less.

Sitting there crying you look so stupid,
the person that f u c k e d up your life wasn't cupid.
It must have been that boy you love so much,
I see your skin screaming for his touch.

I hope you find rest at last,
instead of living in the past.
Just give up hes not coming back,
it was something you said something you lack.

You see poor child, he doesn't care,
or give a crap about what you do.
He doesn't care whether you live or die,
or whether you bleed when you cry.

Look everyone that poor thing is dead,
was it something I told her? Something i said?
Well I hope she finds peace at last,
Now someone come and clean this mess up fast.

[Really old, felt like putting it on]

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