She's a train wreck and a half,
he found her walking a lonely path,
his cruel intentions hidden beneath,
her love was his from the beginning.
His intentions are lustfully cruel to her,
he's going to leave her; broken again,
his thoughts of the word love; hidden beneath,
he ripped her soul along with her clothes.
She thought it was love; only to her it was,
his cruel intentions broke her in two,
he left her with nothing, but cruel memories,
his intentions were for finished without a word.
He ripped everything right out from under her,
her love he abused; twisting it to his advantage,
taking all she had left; her innocence was so sweet,
his intentions got all she had left; her everything lost.
He got the best of her; what was left of her,
she's broken on the floor again; screaming for help,
his cruel intentions got her straight to the soul,
so easy to break; for his month of fun and games.
She's walking down that lonely part again,
this time her intentions are cruel; yet different,
she's got that blade to her wrist; slicing away the pain,
as she hits the ground; cruel intentions roll off her lips.
