Body Bag

There are users, and then there are the used. People with no inner strength that feel no self importance.

Don't try to hang your heart by the window
You will only attract flies
A little closer
A little colder
And I will sing you a lullaby
Misery has bled you so slow
You are one step from the kill
They will take
They will break you
They will bend you to their will

Everybody needs a place to run to
You are just a sanctuary
Everybody needs a place to hide in
You are just a body bag

The End

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