she was
just a little tart
she was nothing more
that a broken girl
lacking a working heart.

and so her soul was shredded
and her eyes were dull
her fishnets ripped
he voice so shrill
and you wanted nothing more
than to comfort her.

she's the kind of girl
who goes looking for love
in all the wrong palces
and left years later
jaded; come now, give her a shove.

so she's a whore you say
well guess what baby
you are the one
who made her this way.
kick her when she's down
push her, beat her 
there is no way
she'll ever let you win.

it's the golden oppportunity
to commit your last sin.


xoxo
Ellie J