It's like being fucked on a bed of glass
When you treat me like a piece of ass
The shards dig deeper with every thrust
Until they disappear
Later all the strangers say
A lonely thing, a little plain
I wonder if I'll be whole again
I wonder if I'll cease to bleed
Fuck me on your bed of glass
Treat me like a piece of ass
Their hurtful words dig ever deeper
Until they disappear
His breath upon my ear, fingers in my hair
And he says: I wonder if you'll cease to bleed
My lonely bird, just ride the pain
(Want to read more about Mockingbird? Check out her blog at: http://mockingbird-peripeteia.blogspot.com/ )
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