Used Meat
The defeated beat in my heart that drum you chewed up spit out and ripped apart feels like Used meat
if I were to fall would you catch me at all
no you left me to cry so many tears in my eyes and Ill never understand why
you hurt me so bad and I´m so mad the way you betrayed me and played me I
wasn't like this before don´t stand at my door it wont open for you anymore
I wont feel like this today or any other day no more used meat no more accepting defeat....
Copyright © Cheri Larsson | Year Posted 2018
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