She was clean
And then used again
The vultures peck your heart.
You wanna yell, you wanna swear,
You wanna kick her out.
It’s not the same
As you would think.
She lies and keeps the secret safe
She sleeps and snores and hides
In the dungeon of the cellar.
You just want to tell her
The truth is out
You know all well.
The shame she feels is real
The use is just so she can feel
Some sort of dopamine.
And for sure,
You know the pain she’s going through.
“I’ve been there too,” you cry.
For other reasons/actions true
But you have been without dopamine.
And so I care
And need to show
Her how I love her and not
Make her go
But the dance is slow
As we stumble along
Each wanting to hear
The other’s song.
I just don’t know
What road to go
I just don’t know
What road to go.
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