Rusty Knife

Posted on Dec 8, 2011

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She dives under her fleece
Tears do flow
Will she ever find peace
She doesn’t really know

Her hearts been broken
Not for the first time
Her love was only token
Really just a lie

No-one there for her
They never are
Only troubles do they stir
From that never far

So she sheds the tears
As she always will
In her heart she fears
She’ll never have her fill

Betrayal by many of late
Always the same crew
That indeed seems her fate
This always does ring true

She feels like she’s been stabbed
By a rusty knife
This a lesson to be had
From which she can’t hide

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