It's his killer (eyes,smile,lips) face that gets me every time,
stops me where I am and slays me inside
because I know I'm still not enough-
It's always the other girls that get the good things
and I get the rest.
And I sit under a canopy
of ten thousand skies, a l o n e.
This is what its like
to be without on essence,
it's just memories that keep me alive.
It's not his style to be honest
(…has enough melodrama in his eyes
to put a five-year-old to shame.)
He said 'forever'
with a knife through my back
and it's funny how I believed
that words could color me beautiful
They laugh at my naivety like the funniest joke-
stare at me as I walk by
with vicious laughs.
But he walks away without a backward glance
And its a good thing
because its hard to be strong
when I know what its like to be one of his girls
(the novelty wears off.)