Paragraphed
In Time
A smile from across the room, a promise upon which she'll make good, wish upon a star ((can you see it in her eyes?)), once upon a time there was a little girl with hopes and dreams that were dashed upon the rocks by leering men with drugged tonics, so that little girl became hard and grim, determined to beat those ((damned)) boys at their own game ((I'll beat them all, she promised)). That little girl, grown up in a killer body and that cold world, is standing before you today, and when you look past that harsh glint in her gaze, you see that hopeful little girl in her fairytale world as she's being smothered by the cruelty of real life.
Can you save her? Doubt it, she scoffs, turning on heel to find another man to prey upon. Obviously you weren't the type of game she liked to play, off to find another boy, she's really just a cat with its living mouse toy, except she has no bell on her collar to warn them of her approach, she stalks her prey but lets them think that they're chasing her, that they're catching her, that the coy smile sliding over her lips is a fleeting trophy to forever keep, they don't know what that devilish grin really means, they won't find out in time…
Can you save her? Doubt it, she scoffs, turning on heel to find another man to prey upon. Obviously you weren't the type of game she liked to play, off to find another boy, she's really just a cat with its living mouse toy, except she has no bell on her collar to warn them of her approach, she stalks her prey but lets them think that they're chasing her, that they're catching her, that the coy smile sliding over her lips is a fleeting trophy to forever keep, they don't know what that devilish grin really means, they won't find out in time…