A face and a mirror
In the darkness of an eye
A little girl named Martyr
Who's blood I can't deny
A step and a trip
Now I'm floating above her
Her eyes begin to melt
Appear shadows resembling monsters
She cries a few words
Brimming with sin
But her father's old flesh
Shoves them straight back in
Daughter of your mother
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And thanks for letting me have a look into your life.
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you didnt
i never cried
i dont need the phone
i dont need you
or anyone else
i havent already blocked everyone
just a few people
but ill get to the rest eventually
bye
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Bye.
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IF you ever feel like talkin'
barbie c0rpse [ the o is a zero ]
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