she flows like a lullaby,
naked in my eyes.
i could pretend she knows me,
rest is just surprise.
she falters a lot
her steps are all wrong.
she thinks she wrote the words
to this fucked up song.
but its not her fault
its just her say.
they are the ones
that left her this way.
now she is crying to her doll
love will break her fall.
the mirror is in the skin,
the wound grows deepers & its digging in...
drowning in blood
there is some time to think
two more minutes with no hope to get by
fucking bitch, i hope she sinks...
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