All The Pricks In The World Won't Fill That Hole

All The Pricks In The World Won't Fill That Hole

A Poem by aaronbranch

Spread your legs like the rumors you love.
The good guys are never good enough.
So let the problems bottle up.
I'm not saying you're a s**t.
Cuz you're not common or average.
Your time is well managed.
Outside you're a goddess,
Inside you're a savage.

The only opinions you can handle,
Come in the familiar sound to yourself.
It's yourself.
And no one else,
No one else can help.

The only opinons that matter are your own.
Just keep hating what's in the mirror.
It can't get any clearer.
It's a cry for help,
And no one can hear her.

None the wiser, no, you'll never get older.
Don't worry baby it's almost over,
But you'll never have closure.
No you'll never get closer.
Keep your eye on the prize.
Keep your head in his lap.
That's what you're good at.
Don't worry we've had a good laugh.

The only opinions you can handle,
Come in the familiar sound to yourself.
It's yourself.
And no one else,
No one else can help.

The only opinions that matter are your own.
Just keep hating what's in the mirror.
It can't get any clearer.
It's a cry for help,
And no one can hear her.

© 2009 aaronbranch


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Added on April 13, 2009

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aaronbranch
aaronbranch

Saint Peters, MO



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