Damaged Goods
Seems like i've been thru hell and learned to cope,dead to love as my heart beats on
hope.Been beaten physicaly,and emotionaly beyond repare,always searching in hopes that
he is out there.Been cheated out of my love and left in peices on the ground,tears and pain
to be found....I know i'm torn,I can feel where i'm shatterd,Still praying that none of that
matters.Wanting soemone to see through the cracks in my heart,needing just one to repare
my parts.So it can work like it should,waiting.......for someone to purchase damaged goods.
ANY TAKERS?
Copyright © Rebecca Pasco | Year Posted 2009
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