With a picture bedside his bed
Like a wilting flower he hangs his head
The memories prick his body like a pile of thorns
Trying to pretend he didn’t known her scorn

She was a little too pretty, a little too wild
A blossom of a woman still being a child
She played with their hearts, devouring each piece
And for their broken hearts she loses no sleep

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And everyone says she’s a nice girl
And everyone says she’s so sweet
And so many lovers tried to tame her
And so many cried in defeat

No one is blind to the pain he lives in
Each day he wonders what was his sin
There is no answer for the heartache he breathes
She spread in him like an infectious seed

Her friends call her a wild flower
She’s a beautiful temptress who knows her own powe
But she underestimates the strength of her eyes
And is ignorant to their broken hearts’ cries

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And every time another heart is taken
Those who know her, they still stand unshaken
Grown men with broken hearts once more
And she is oblivious to the pain they endure
But they endure it!

Each day is a dagger cutting his skin
He asks himself why and where to begin
The pieces seem too many to put back together
And they say that it doesn’t last forever

Someday she’ll know the pain they all feel
And someone else will say it’s not real
They’ll all say he’s not all bad
She’ll have lost the only love she’s ever had

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