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Naive at sixteen
With raspberry dreams,
So sweet, yet so sour,
So dull that she gleams.

A star in the making,
Inside her own head,
Down the road she is traveling,
She'll sooner, be dead.

Her body, a gift,
She just gives away,
Her mind just can't fight it,
She drugs it each day.

False thoughts of love,
Drunken ill lust,
Fallen, so deeply,
With nothing to trust.

Mounting a sermon,
Of change that won't come,
If she can't love herself,
The spirit too numb.

Come back to that sweet girl,
We all used to know,
Let go of what hurts you,
This hate that you sow.

Lay sights on the life,
You dreamed you would find,
Before all this madness,
Before you went blind.