Smile.
I’m your broken child.
Don’t cry.
It’ll make me want to die.
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I’m a broken wife.
With a deceitful knife
Trying to make you happy
Calling on you, my pappy.
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I’m the little baby girl
Looking for someone who won’t hurl
An insult, a punch and a brutal blow
To what used to be my morals, now so low.
.
He asked, so I answered.
Now I feel so absurd.
There was a time I was stronger.
That time is here no longer.
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Please, I hope you can forgive me
I’m not your average girl, see–
Oh wait. I am nothing
You deserve a better something.
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I am your broken daughter.
Just a lamb ripe for slaughter.
I am your adulterous wife,
Someone not worth the strife.
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You are who I’ll look to
To find out what I could do
In the end to recover
From what I did discover.