Not About a Man
The eye of the stove, it singed my flesh
Though the bright red cried, "don't touch"
My hand, I planted and forever branded
My heart still gripping the clutch
I paid the price, as they said I would
naive pieces of my soul, spent
Now my innocence has went bankrupt
I no longer expect your repent
My child like heart, now corrupted
With my understanding nature, you ployed
You lured me in, puppy dog eyes
My faith in mankind, destroyed
A hopeless romantic, such an early green
My virginity, you have tainted
Now I'm a whore, like the rest of the world
My pure, white veil, you painted
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