You don't know what you've broken,
you didn't know before,
you definitely won't since you've destroyed it.
I've been changed because of you,
fear races through my veins at your name,
these scars are deeper than my flesh,
you'll never know what you hurt.
You manipulate with promises of love,
you woo with pretty words and pretty eyes,
convince naive broken beauties you can fix them,
or if you can't, you'll still be there and love them,
forcing them to rely on only you.
You cut off other resources,
possessive to the point of insanity,
it's all about holding too tight.
Broken beauties are so easy, you know so well,
you get to shatter their hearts and souls,
ravaging them beyond repair,
turning broken beauties into ugly zombies.
Well, your spell upon me is broken,
I see the demon behind beautiful brown eyes,
rape and hate the fruits of your soul,
lust and promise the weapons of destruction,
your false love the balm to heal your inflictions.
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