i'm a piñata.
People take me and use me and smack me around until all my treats and goodness come out.
well one day there's not gonna be any treats left to collect
and one day ur not gonna notice that i'm out
but as time goes on and ur smacking me around
waiting for that sweet tooth
i'll be here
empty and beat
thrown out like the rest of them
all the broken barren piñatas.
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Author:
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