I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****
A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover
She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother
I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain
She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother
From the age of eight
She would cry until late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate
She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care
She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss
While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****
A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover
She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother
I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain
She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother
From the age of eight
She would cry until late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate
She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care
She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss
While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.
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