This is an operating table and I'm awaiting surgery. To take out what ever the hell you had left over when you ripped out the staples and threw my plush feelings on the floor. Took off the electrical tape from my mouth and now I can speak my peice. This is not a love song baby. You don't even get the standard black liner tears. You washed away my make-up from your pillowcase. Just like I'm a secret. So let's just keep this *hush, hush*, darling. I don't want her to find out what you've done. That your cries were only silenced by my ruby red lips. She won't find out, my lips are perfectly sealed. Just remember jealousy has never been in fashion, so it doesn't look good on you.
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