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Nov 2018
Do you know why, she’s feeling this way?
She hides behind, the curtain of shame.
Being played.
She’s fair game.

Do you know why, she’s hiding under those sleeves?
Don’t want you to see, what she’s been doing.
How could you take her, and make her feel worthless?
You have hurt her.
Are you really that careless?


Won’t let go of you.
You are all she has.

She’s so precious.
Yet she is broken.
Like glass, flowing in the ocean.

There’s blood dripping.
Drip, drip.
She’s dropping.
On the floor she’s colden.
This girl, she really was golden.

Do you know why, she’s feeling this way.
She hides behind, the curtain of shame.
Being played.
She’s fair game.
Mist N' Ollie
Written by
Mist N' Ollie  Up On Mars
(Up On Mars)   
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