She pops another pill
as she looks at your picture;
She looks you straight in the eye
when you ask her.
With a straight face
she tells you it was her last time;
But then again
all she ever does is lie.
She's grown to be so good at it;
Can't separate the lies from the b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t.
He knows that she is addicted
he knows that she's a w.h.o.r.e;
But this bright eyed boy
just keeps coming back for more.
She says she's sorry
heals his wounds with soft kisses;
Fixes his heart
then laughs as she shatters it.
Oh; you poor helpless boy;
You're the victim; her little play toy.
She doesn't care
She's blocked out all feeling;
She's numb from all the pills
and the bleeding.
His words cut through her like glass;
But still; She manages to put it in the past.
