Plastic smiles melt on her face
Who cares if her mood is fake
At least she's alive today
You don't care about her anyway
Twisted thoughts circle the drain
She's bleeding from her arms again
Hollow eyes stare you down
And still she doesn't frown
Lines etched on a young face
She never could keep your pace
But she wants the parts and the lines
Even if the words don't ryhme
Lipstick smeared across her cheek
You wonder why she feels so weak
She realizes those words won't for her
And once again her skin will burn
Consumed by your greed
Your constant need to feed
Off of her tormented soul
She know's she'll never be whole
She begs on her knees
She just wants to please
You, the constant Sadist
Love her, your little masochist
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Once again don't ask. No idea where this came from.
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