Good Girls

The Good Girls.

You wanna know,
What happened to all the
“Good” girls?
You all have the nerve,
To wonder where we’ve gone.

Your minds bend over
Backwards, searching
Throughout the land, praying
Hoping that there is just one
Of us left.

You really wanna know
Where we, the good
Girls have gone?

We’ve disappeared and
Faded behind the masks
Of makeup and clouds
Of perfume, we drowned
In a sea of pressure, smoke
And sex.

We’ve left all that’s
“Lovely” and “wholesome”
And “sweet”.
We’ve left the losing side
And have gone to the survivors
Side.

The bad girls’ side,
The man hatin’,
Bottle tippin’,
Cigar smokin’ side.

You wanna know what
Happens to all of us?
The good girls?

We give your out hearts,
You trample them,
Destroy them.

We give you,


Our bodies,
You defile, abuse them.
We give you our spirits,
You tame, and break them.

We give you our innocence
You murder, and bury it,
And it is forever, gone.

You really wanna know,
Where all the good girls
Have gone? Why none of
Us can be found?

Look in the mirror, and
You will see why, we good girls,
Give you the run-around.

Y’see, we “good girls”
Grew up and have learned
That the good die young, the
Med die old and the good girls
Finish last.

We learned to live and
Survive on our own.