She’s more than you’d expect by looking through those eyes
More than what her words betray of her.
She’s more than porcelain, and not as easily broken
No one’s allowed to take advantage of this.
She’s held the hand that tightened the noose about her throat
Only to later push it away, dream of denying suffocation.
She’s pulled from the strings tied from situations
Only to have them hang her, a martyr, again.
There were no perfections lying inside
Until the day she broke and life came in
Ever since it’s been a struggle of what to leave behind
Echoes of the past, visions of the future
Ringing in her mind, cannot stand this torture
any longer than goodness lasts.
All right, she’s had enough now, of your hands on her waist
Of the hungry look in your eyes, wanting satisfaction you can never get.
She’s tired of the hands across her body
That she knows want only what she won’t give up
Lower and deeper the discomfort bites into her skin
The tears well behind her eyes
The screams line up down her throat.
All right, if she’s told you “No”, why didn’t you stop?
Can you not take it seriously? You do not belong there.
She’s got a will stronger than diamonds, darker than onyx,
And as smooth as wine-soaked pearls.
Right pitted against wrong, saline in the eyes,
You should’ve known it was inevitable
Nothing is for free; you’ll pay.
She’s going to count your faults on her rosary
And pray for you to grow up and move on
She’s going to hope you keep that goddamned promise
And you can bet if you don’t it won’t last, she’ll be gone.
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