My Poor Heart

I give up,
I’m sick of your games,
You used to have my heart,
In the palms of your hands,
But you squeezed it too hard.

My poor heart,
Is mushed between your fingers,
The ache is all that lingers,
You always told me,
Till death do us part.

Now you’ve moved on,
You’re in her bed,
But you’ll be hone by dawn,
You’re just messing with my head.

My poor heart,
Is mushed between your fingers,
The ache is all that lingers,
You always told me,
Till death do us part.

I’m moving on now,
Someone special,
Has the broken mushed pieces,
He’s slowing piecing it back together.

My poor heart,
Is mushed between your fingers,
The ache is all that lingers,
You always told me,
Till death do us part.

The blood will always remain,
In your hands,
Sure I have no name,
But you’ll go down with no game.

My poor heart,
Is mushed between your fingers,
The ache is all that lingers,
You always told me,
Till death do us part.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010

Nightmares

You walk these halls,
Like you own the place,
Everyone knows who you are,
Cuz of what you did,
To me.

You may have destroyed me,
Sure you’ve got me on my knees,
But I’m not saying mercy,
Till I win this war.

Go ahead take my friends,
I don’t care,
Just remember these words,
I give your stupid girlfriend,
Nightmares,
Cuz of what you’ve done.

You may have destroyed me,
Sure you’ve got me on my knees,
But I’m not saying mercy,
Till I win this war.

You will beg,
And pled,
But this nightmare is your worst,
You fuck with me,
I fuck with your life.

You may have destroyed me,
Sure you’ve got me on my knees,
But I’m not saying mercy,
Till I win this war.

Oh look your girlfriend,
Won’t tell you her nightmares,
About me,
Cuz you won’t do shit,
She wants the war to stop,
I say,
Bring it on bitch.

You may have destroyed me,
Sure you’ve got me on my knees,
But I’m not saying mercy,
Till I win this war.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010

your eyes burn

I feel your eyes on me,
It burns,
Oh it hurts more than,
The knife you,
Drove into my back.

Everywhere I go,
I can feel your eyes,
Beaming down on me,
You may be out of my life,
But you’re certainly not dead.

Oh you may not be dead yet,
But when I’m done with you,
You’ll wish you were.

Everywhere I go,
I can feel your eyes,
Beaming down on me,
You may be out of my life,
But you’re certainly not dead.

No one cheats on me,
And gets away with it,
No one uses me,
For a boy,
Without consequences,
You will go down,
Without a name.

Everywhere I go,
I can feel your eyes,
Beaming down on me,
You may be out of my life,
But you’re certainly not dead.

Hand me that knife,
You put into my back,
I’ll put it in your face,
Like you threw everything in my face,
And it exploded,
You’re going down the drain,
With no name.

Everywhere I go,
I can feel your eyes,
Beaming down on me,
You may be out of my life,
But you’re certainly not dead.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010

three little simple words

Just one simple question,
That comes with one simple answer,
Will you marry me?
I do.

Three simples little words,
No one believes in them,
I used to think it was all lies,
Till now,
I can say them,
And mean it,
I love you.

All you have to do is,
Prove to me,
You love me too,
I don’t know how,
You’ll figure something out.

Three simples little words,
No one believes in them,
I used to think it was all lies,
Till now,
I can say them,
And mean it,
I love you.

The future’s in your hands,
I made my decision,
The second I laid my eyes,
On you,
It’s all up to you.

Three simples little words,
No one believes in them,
I used to think it was all lies,
Till now,
I can say them,
And mean it,
I love you.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010

we don't have to say much

When I see you,
A smile shows,
Not one of those stupid fake ones,
It’s a smile full of love.

We don’t say much,
I know I don’t have to,
Cuz every time we’re together,
My heart misses,
A beat.

I’ll never let you go,
James you have my heart,
In your hands,
Oh yes,
It’s in your hands.

We don’t say much,
I know I don’t have to,
Cuz every time we’re together,
My heart misses,
A beat.

James I wish I was older,
So we could wed,
Hell just pull out a ring pop,
I’d say I do.

We don’t say much,
I know I don’t have to,
Cuz every time we’re together,
My heart misses,
A beat.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010