Today I wake again
wish it were the end
This heart is just a token
crumbled and broken
And men are my drug
when all I ask for is love
they take and they take
when will this heart stop aching?
For all that is given
has love in my givings
but what is returned
gives me grief and sorrow
beyond relief
Home, is all I am asking
a place to feel safe
But men are my drug
and what I am chasing
is love
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