For the Broken
They destroy you, one by one
Twisting and talking till your done
Girls will start hopeless will follow
all in this row that will repeat tomorrow
First is the talk
Then is the walk
Followed by the fight
In the darkness of the night
The queen will lie
and the victim's hope will die
No one cares as long as she swears
She couldn't be bared
No of course, it is the broken that do
This kind of broken that cant be fixed with glue
You will cry you days away
From a bully that will never pay......
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