I never ask
I am glad to give
"Pushover Girl"
You reach, hands out
As I place your desires in them
Never to see them again
You have everything you wanted
What more is there to ask?
I duck-tape your mouth
And walk away
For there is one thing left
Worn and withered
From distrustful men
My heart now locked safe
Will never be opened again
I will be selfish and say
"No"