vendredi 15 octobre 2010

Father's daughter


Will you lose your purpose when she stares at you
She's his flesh and she's your bones
She's screams and moans
She's never in between your sheets,
She'll never whisper sweet nothings,
Instead she'll say you're nothing
Nothing worth praying for.
Please put yourself back together,
Forests of growing hopes for you and her,
The nights are dark but mornings get brighter,
You're losing your voice looking for her,
You're losing your voice screaming her name.

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