I Can't Be Her Savior Anymore
[Verse]
She had a suitcase packed with lies
A smile sharper than a gangster's knife
Her words were a melody so sweet and wrong
She played me like I was her getaway song
[Prechorus]
She whispered dreams I couldn't see
Freedom dressed as destiny
[Chorus]
I was her ticket out
Her golden road
Her easy route
She fed my ego
Starved my doubt
But she never knew what love was about
[Verse 2]
She wore her scars like battle art
But her stories tore me apart
Every tender touch was a careful scheme
Her deceptions danced through my dreams
[Prechorus]
She called it love I called it war
I can't be her savior anymore
[Chorus]
I was her ticket out
Her golden road
Her easy route
She fed my ego
Starved my doubt
But she never knew what love was about
She called it love I called it war
I can't be her savior anymore
About the Creator
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
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