When life was all about playing
Barbie Dolls and Soft Toys...

Words slap me across the face
And cut my wrist...

You packed your bags
Leaving me...

She told me
That her troubles were pressing her down...

You toyed with her emotions
Making her believe she was the one...

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If the lord had given me wings
Ones with the uniqueness of a butterfly...

He is a scar on my wrist
Whether I like it or not...

My eyes are swollen
And my heart aches...

The teacher looks at her
She had failed again...

I gave youmy trust
...my love...

A gut wrenching heave
A red raw throat...