I'm not bound by this,
I might taste your kiss,
But I taste the blood,
Brought in by a flood.
A flood of tears from within,
Looking at my inner sins,
Tearing at my flesh with chipped nails,
This beauty queen's won but she's failed.
So easily how she removes her top,
How easily she sits there there like a rock,
As they talk about her hips, her sexuality,
And all for a little bit of money.
Oh God the silence this time,
And for once it's all mine,
I'm crying blood,
It's falling down,
Oh make it stop,
Take my hand,
It's digging into my arm,
I'm dragging myself into harm,
My pretty eyes,
My tiny waist,
Oh,
What a sad human waste. |
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