I'll try for myself, and this self only
For this one is dedicated solely to me.
With auburn hair ******* in a bun,
This angel knows not the sight of a gun
She once chewed the barrel, she was barely the age of three,
The taste of the metal and scratches on her teeth.
Overcast sky and the smell of rain
She has fled from the souls that drive her insane
With warm down blankets, she now sleeps alone
But she misses those lovers, she had barely known.
They used her and played her without a clue
Not a **** idea of all the good she could do
Because in a boy's eyes she is merely an object
But it's about time I get off this subject.

Belief in temptation, responsible fees
She had a subtle inclination that he would fall to his knees
Upon the sight of her, so full and so proud
A blessing to this world and the universe abound.
She listens with patience and unconditional care
She only picks flowers to put them in her hair.
She is delicately different, in all the right ways
But no one can see her in the light of day.
As it shows her true colors, all kindness and love
And these children in this town know nothing of the above.
You cannot see colors in the spectrum of light
Until you've lost it all, in the dead of the night.