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Old habits return, like the blade to my skin. |
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I'll Always Be Your Broken Cinderella... |
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I still hold all the pain |
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A Soulless Creature In The Dead Of Night, Unloved And Unwanted, So Full Of Fright |
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When everything goes wrong your never there |
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I surge love of death, but only you get me to throw away the pills. |
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....im not really what i seem ....get to no me and youll no what i mean....so dont judge me by wat i wear....cuz wat you say is bullshit you really think id care... |
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"Mom, if I got pregnant, I'd take better care of my baby than you took care of me." |
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You're looking at all the trees and I'm not even in the forest. |
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Creeping so quietly as cold as death stalking the innocent don’t hold your breath |