Who said that?
Harleen.
You were spotted by the wrong devil who cheated first place;
He who shattered your soul with the smile on his face.
The eyes that all the equipment in Arkham Asylum couldn't penetrate,
The knowing eyes that stole your fate.
Work on weakness
Feed off lust
Made you do the things you must
To gain his trust
And his beautiful, insane heart.
You swapped your degree for the chance to be free
Absorbed by the madness of insanity.
Broken Glass stained in red
Worth the price of the dead
To marry him one day.
Picking corpses like they're dasies
Then ripping arms like petals.
He loves me, He loves me not.
He makes your history then forgot.
Put down the glasses
Pick up the knife
There'll be a great party in Gotham tonight.
She'll go with a bang!
And he'll make a joke
Laughing hysterically in the arms of the smoke.
Pick up the brittle glass sections stained in red,
Trying to put it back together again.
He smashes the glass.
"Get back to work."
Her glasses left broken under the glare of his smirk.
Where did she go?
All's black and red
The blondie from Brooklyn better off dead
Than seen smiling with romance filling her head.
Glass in her body and also her heart
Earned from the fall from high storey's.
The smile now aimed directly against her
Leaving her dying; her world that dispensed her.
Forgive and forget
The smile calls her back
Her life made again fully intact
With nothing but bruises and a J on her desk
The flower that reaches her
Repairing the hole in her chest.
Harleen long gone, Harley Quinn araises from the recovery bed.
The flower still looming over her head.
She gets up and cripples closer to the wall made of glass
Seperating her world from the life of her past.
She see's the halls of Arkham again
From the side of the window that she's now living in.
Harleen stares back from the side now unaccessable
Her glasses still smashed yet still remaing and visible.
The two girls stare and stare, with only one of them really being there.
Harleen smiles and walks the halls again
Leaving Harley to scream
Her injuries bled
Hitting the window built to keep prisoners as good as the dead.
The glass wouldn't smash.
She couldn't go back
Watching her Harleen desemble to ash.
Her past now impossible to ever retain
The level of sanity decomposed in her brain
Like the ash of her darling Harleen.
Arkum see's all
The change of a life transformed in her wall's
That leaves the girl thinking
It's not funny at all.