Love At any cost
By susanne
Her sense of self is molded by the look in his eyes Warning sign of a soul soon lost Love at any cost a high price to pay wouldn't you say The problem is she sees not the error of her ways For it's all she's ever known Live in chronic sorrow Give up all her tomorrows For some crumbs of love today Desperation speaks Basic need She needs to feed By night if not by day Wants to feel good and if she's real good Maybe he'll let her stay But like all the others he takes what he wants then throws her away "Dammaged goods" he'll say Love at any cost A high price to pay Whatever the game she'll learn how to play and so - dulls the pain within with a bottle of gin crack cocaine men who will pay The dreams she had of "being somebody someday" fade away Like her health and her youth Six months later her "friends" at the bar now turn in disgust call her a whore call her a lush Not their fault they say For using her that way Love at any cost High price to pay Mary found dead with a needle in her arm Alone at the break of day... Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 01:39 AM PST 0 • 1
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