bleed the baby doll
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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