Like peas and a plastic cup of cyanide,
release me,
please.

I'm a mess that can get up,
that scream the taste of you out of my
******* mouth.

I only live for one second,
and nobody sees me at night.
If they do they see something
beautiful at 3AM;
Something gorgeous and
wounded
like me.

Got the box in the mail,
tried to cry myself to sleep.
Stood me up 3 or 4 too many times,
and all I can do forgive you.
I'm not capable of much,
but I swear it's just
because I'm a princess

and no one wants to sweep me off my feet.

No one wants to face getting wounded for me.
They all want to test my armor,
but I'm dressed to impress
&
They stabbed me so many times
I was nearly stabbed to death.

I'm a mess and there's nobody here
quite wounded like me.