Cant Save Her - Chantal Claret

In the storm before the calm

Is where the player meets her pawn

She’s been ready

She’s been waiting

Don’t be late

Secret men with secret heads

Secret hearts & secret beds

With the privilege

Of becoming what she hates

Too unaware to see the truth

The loss of a girl’s wasted youth

And You Can’t Save Her No More…

And You Can’t Save Her No More…

Tough as diamonds

Soft as silk

She’s as pure as devil’s milk

She’s a product

Of the party

That is done

Another notch

On her bed

She forgets the times she said

That when sex becomes a habit

It’s no fun

Crossing the line between love & lust

The only difference here is the heartache

& the utter lack of trust

And You Can’t Save Her No More…

And You Can’t Save Her No More…