I loved a sad girl once,
but there wasn't much
in it for me

I spoiled her rotten,
gave her
everything I had
and in some respect, she
did the same for me --
but she didn't have much to give

she wasn't ready to
fall in love, or
show her heart to anyone
except maybe the devil

we ****** like animals,
until she could no longer stand
the sight of me,
or the taste;
but she stuck around
a little longer

I never knew quite why;
I think she just wanted to be saved