Night settles in her soul & her heart is empty
After the birth control.
Sitting in the clinic gazing at that ticket
She’s a grand cynic, she only thought of the cons
Everybody knew she let everyone hit it.
And she hasn’t got a clue whose kid it is.
Her number is called, she steps up and empties
Her precious womb.
She exits the doctor’s room
And ready to bloom.
But no-one will court
The pretty girl who chose to abort.
She’s a beast
Eyes & heart empty as a void.
At the very least, she hopes
This will be the last visit
Everyone already says it
… She’s a beast.