WEEPING
BITTER ACID TEARS
You heard so long ago
that boys don’t cry,
and you know I can believe that.
Why shouldn’t I believe that?
So closed and so hollow,
so devoid and so shallow.
No, they don’t have anything
inside to let out.
I’m gonna’ tell you now
that grrls don’t cry,
but it’s for other reasons.
So many other reasons.
Tears aren’t strong enough
to express the mad intensity
a grrl has inside.
You hurt me!
(And I’m not crying!)
I’m weeping bitter acid tears.
You hurt me!
(You’ll never catch me crying!)
And I’ll never understand your fears.
Why, boy, are you scared of me?
You hurt me before I ever lashed out.
The battle has become a war,
one you started when you made me your whore.
I’m not going to cry
to satisfy your morbid need.
I’m not going to cry,
you’ll satisfy my every urgent need!
You hurt me!
(And I’m not crying!)
I’m weeping bitter acid tears.
You hurt me!
(You’ll never catch me crying!)
And I’ll never understand your fears.
Ill come to thee by moonlight!
I won’t be your black-haired sacrifice!
Torn Horses
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