7 grudnia 2011
At The Start
You were fine at the start.
Your hands, they held my heart.
You were so sweet that night in the dark.
But afterwards you gave me a horrible start.
Your hands no longer held my heart.
I was just a piece of art.
Just another body in your shopping cart.
Another slab of meat at the meat mart.
I now hate you; I hate you, with all of my heart.
Man, you were just great at the start.
Until you stomped all over my heart.
And stole my body in the dark.
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