quarta-feira, 20 de maio de 2009

Empty locket

There goes the girl
With the world in her pocket
And emptiness in her eyes
With a heart tired of lies
You come near her door,
You hesitate to knock on it

Why, pretty, be like that?
Why the lock and no key guarding a heart?
Your locket is empty,
Your words are vague,
Your eyes wander,
Your life about to fade

What do you expect?
She thinks
What the hell do you care?
Bang. The door. To your face.
You see it. The truth lies on the floor
Along with her words.

The disapointment, the lost hope
A scared heart was the price to pay
You hesitate.
You walk away.
She looks out the window
They're all the same.

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