Breaking

by Onyx   Sep 17, 2005


Baby, I'm tired of being alone. My insides are cracking and soon my heart will be vulnerable for you.
Catch me when I fall?
Sorry, I forgot that was too much to ask.
So baby, what now? Everyone's watching me break, enjoying the performance. Is it better when I scream? What if I died at the end?
So, maybe baby, I'll be good enough today? What was I thinking, thinking you'd want me. I'm a fool wrapped in a pink bow.
You don't like pink? Send me back; I've never been quite what you wanted.
Baby, what now? This is all I have to give, a broken-heart virgin ready for you to make the first cut. So take me, you get the first and final hit.
I'm dangerously close to breaking baby, and I'm all yours

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