bleed the baby doll

19 Apr 2008

Shelimar
Look at that silly slut
Her own flesh she cut
Tears run down her face
She’s so tired of the chase
She loves him way to much
She is such a fucking cluts
Thinking someone should love her
But it never really occur
He will never be there
he just laugh and stare
The baby doll must die
with drugs her mind fry
Just let go
die slow
Think of what you have done
none of it for you was fun
Now you are all alone
Cutting yourself to the bone
Bleed until you can no more
You are dead into your core

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