Stolen

All I want is the beauty that is mine, that is me
Left to a trust that discovery shows is in moral bankruptcy
Lost and lies and never to be found again
Taking no care, taking no time, taking a powder on thoughtfulness

Here take this, another lie to get you by gets the liar by
Every twist, every turn, every attempt to burn, countered
Look what I found, look what I see, look what I know
One more rise up on the hatred scale of things left for me

So round and round it goes and where it stops, I know
Taken to tears, taken to fears, taken I hope, to jail
Take that, take this, take a number on an orange jump suit
Hell I faced, I overcame, your turn now, accept the shame

Intimately known, to me at least
Never did it have to go down this road
Grown up considerations, alas don't exist in fairy land
So now, getting on to happily ever after must be made to wait

G.R. Hambley ©
April 03, 2014