1 December 2012
She hid away the truth
With all her ruthless lies.
Wasted away all her youth
Trying so hard to be wise.
She fell asleep to tainted Dreams only to wake up with scars.
Became so used to
The kind of love that cost. From big men with bigger pockets, who always smell Of cigars.
They call it the city of Lights, but everything's
Bathed in a shade of gray.
Everybody's your friend here, they say?
So how come when you
Need them most
They all turn their heads The other way?
Worthless • Opuss № I