She's slightly bruised
Broken and bleeding
Holding the pieces together
No ones listening to her pleading
She looks so composed
But her chest is almost hollow
Through the breaking, and seeping
She's asking for you to follow
She's slightly bruised
Wanting for you to open your eyes
Feeling so unused
Listen to her cries
She's only but a child
Faltered plastic smiles
Nowadays seem badly styled
Sitting in societies exiles
About Me
- CaroGoesRawrx3
- Life is wrapped around your finger
Now you can do to us how you please.
The floor which you strut across
Is kissed by kids on their knees
We've searched for wanted perfection
So much of it found in crystal eyes
All you see are clouded spaces
And we find the infinite skies
There's so little left to say
and even less to do
Wrapped up in a pointless obsession
And you are who we made you
We've made you more than human
Set you up on a golden throne
Now we beg for your attention
And set your words in stone
My names Caro.
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