Monday, November 7, 2011

this boy I knew was five years older than me
his daddy left him when he was three
after we went walking by a stream, he held me down
and made me feel as bad as he


why must happy hearts break so hard?
leave you standing in the darkness of the barn
staring at those rusty wheels?
when will broken hearts learn how to heal?


mother, oh why do you sleep with him?
he says he's smothering, then he comes back again
in our house for the weekend
why must people's breaking hearts pretend?


why must happy hearts break so hard?
leave you staring in the mirror at a bar
leave you talking to yourself
because you can't talk to anybody else

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