How One Life, Loves You

Where do you get off,

thinking you’re better than me?

Stop with the hazes,

then you’ll see.

You’re nothing more,

than a worthless bitch.

Scratching and tearing,

at that sexual itch.

Don’t you get it?

Can’t you see what it’s for?

You’re nothing, if not,

a two cent whore.

Not all of the people,

that I know.

Could count all your conquests,

on all fingers and toes.

Your drunken slur,

is your lover call.

Do you really think,

you’ll find love at all?

Your tactics are old,

abused, played out.

What? You don’t think we’ve figured you out?

You’re a selfish girl, and a user at that.

Your lies have leaked,

through the cracks.

Everyone loves you,

or they’re just scared.

Your twisted mind believes,

even though it’s not there.

Believe what you will.

Say what you feel.

But don’t expect that,

it will make it real.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Holly.

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