Her heart is as cold as the day she was born.

Shit...it's no wonder the doctor slapped her

when she came through bustin out her mother's seams

She turned a womb into a tomb of youthful dreams.

And they say those who don't know their history

are doomed to repeat it.

But after three or four blunts it gets kind of hard to

retrieve it, rather less believe it.

A million miles have been

placed recklessly behind her.

Twice as many tears have blinded

the hopes inside of her.

"And what the fuck for"

repeats itself within the mind of her.

You'd think the Saggitarius would

fight back with all them arrows

but Cupid is fast on feet.

The bitch dodges every shot like the matrix

while she struggles to correct the basics.

If she could open her soul

and witness the impact of her glow

She would know.

The gleam from her icebox

would be strong enough to warm all those who oppose

But she has not been given the key to that door.

truths are doomed to remain untold

and blindfolds are hard to unfold

when your hands are numb from the cold