and I'm left here to pick up the pieces.
And so every man has then torn me apart,
and then left me to pick up the pieces.
No one trusts me to be different,
I'm a woman, I'm the same, I'm another pretty face,
just another one to blame.
I'm not any sort of special, nothing new,
not worth the fight.
Just a candle on your alter, hardly even worth the light.
But I'm Rotting on the Inside, Fading on the Out...
And you're another can of fuel to the flame...
Now I've got a voice again... You say "Another lesson learned", but
I've learned nothing more today than to let my pages burn.
It's time to scream and shout again.
Time to let it out again.
Crying, sobbing silently
until I see a light again.
© 2010
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