Her heart was like a cold stone,
forged by the hands of hate.
Pain felt like home,
love didn't feel like anything.
Her flesh was her conscience,
her soul feeling numb.
Haunted by her past,
afraid of what is yet to come.
Hooked on all the wrong things,
drunk off the pleasure it brings.
Stuck, looking for love,
in all the wrong places,
Breaking the hearts,
of those handsome faces.
Karma chasing her down,
she practices what she preaches.
Rather be breaking their hearts,
than be picking up the pieces.
Way more than meets the eye,
but, wont let anyone reach it.