what goes around comes around
words so profound
what could you have found
in your own reflection
any shred of satisfaction
your blood line by it will be bound
it will boomerang
every girl with a broken soul had sang
it may not show today
but you're just a record
of an abused yesterday
tomorrow will be your hound
sniffing your joyless bones
scattered without a warm home
as the broken hearts you buried behind
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