For Real

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The lights flicker across her bedroom wall

On and off

Telling her it's time to make her move

She shimmies out the first-story window

To the ground

Praying she won't get caught once-again



Cheap beer and legs up to there

Empty eyes and plastic blonde hair

Drunk come on's infused with the booze

The only she has left to lose

Is herself



If she can't allow herself to think

If she just takes drink after drink

Letting it all slip away

Tight tops and boys with the bling

Only wanting one little thing

Harsh laughter and petty sta[I]r[e]s up

Maybe you won't ever remember

This



If you give him everything he wants

Maybe this time he will stay.

If you satisfy his every need

Maybe this time he will love you



All alone scared little girl

Just wanting one thing in the world.

No pony or pretty hair-bow

The only thing she just wants for real

Is love

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