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Gone in the blink of an eye,
As I sit here thinkin’ of why,
But she’s just another pretty face,
Just another heartbreak case,
For just another Pretty face,
She kissed my neck, but I was wearing a spiked collar then,
She towered over me, she said that she liked taller men,
That was five years ago, have you fulfilled your wish yet,
I would ask her, as she teases me, in that black fish net,
Calluses ‘round my heart, surrounded by leather jackets,
I’m a man, with a straight jacket, with weathered brackets,
But how could I resist, since she’s paired wonder breasts,
Her eyes entrance me, I’m trapped, I don’t care nonetheless,
The fire in each of us connects, I just hope that it burns good,
She poisons a third of me, she falls and she’s my wormwood,
Now I’m distracted, now she sports her scarlet letter,
I saw her hooker boots, but I wonder if this harlot’s better,
I write of her eyes, in a closed diary, each of mine glows fiery,
My journal filled front to back, black leather’s worn,
Pen and pencil has tears, she makes feather’s mourn,
I’ll tear up that page, now those black letters torn,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
As I sit here thinkin’ of why,
But she’s just another pretty face,
Just another heartbreak case,
For just another Pretty face,
Her trustworthy eyes, they’re my only restitution,
Her heart has hate, I know her lonely chest has proven,
A warm heart gone, two big breasts have moved in,
She’s a dagger to the back, a double bladed sword,
She can leave you in ruins, that rubble made a war,
She tears me up inside, she’s the subtle braided whore,
But I’m scared to tell her off, my rebuttal ‘fraid to soar,
To me, now past girlfriends are, just simple facial blurs,
Now I must apologize for all of my ignorant racial slurs,
I guess I just hate it, I may erase, this goddamn baby face,
Plus I know her kissin’ lips, never need permission slips,
She’s the club life, wearin’ diamonds, I’m the king of hearts,
I listen to sad songs, but I’m the one that sings the parts,
Plus I tried to pull this trigger, but I’m glad I didn’t shoot,
She was my Eve and my garden, I just want forbidden fruit,
In my torn journal, her pages, I’ve marked with dog ears,
I missed her sunshine, I’m just hoping that this fog clears,