A Taste of Sugar


This sweet girl's been confused, used, and abused again and again
Her life is a sentence at the end of a piece of prose on sin.
But that's not why her tears taste so sweet at the end of the day
But that's not why her sobs taste so sweet at the end of the day.
Her pain tastes like sugar and you can taste it as she reflects.
Feelings she gets are caused by the pauses between words she wrote
Memories haunt her with living nightmares that taste like acid.
It's against her will, but at her own hands.
She drinks in chemicals to sleep.
This sweet girl's been confused, used, and abused again and again.
Her life is a sentence at the end of a piece of prose on sin.
She was manipulated by more than a person, more than a feeling,
More than the connections she tries to feel when she's alone.
She manipulated herself with every sweet taste and that scares her.
Regret doesn't taste like candy the second time around.
When did she realize she had changed?
It was against her will, but at her own hands.
She will never be the same, sane.
This sweet girl's been confused, used, and abused again and again.
Her life is a sentence at the end of a piece of prose on sin.
Can she call for retribution for her wrongs when she's the cause?
Her skin says yes, but the sadness in her eyes says no.
Crying doesn't taste sweet, but the tears remind her of sugar.
She can pretend to feel okay, but it won't taste sweet anymore.

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