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Oct 2014
last time I saw you
you wanted me dead
but look who's laughing now
because look who's still handcuffed to my bed

but even now, he's got control over me
and it's not hard to see
because whenever I look into his eyes
I softly crumble into the breeze

and I think he's perfect
the way his hands fit around my hips
and every time i'm blown away
by the way he kisses my red lips

so if the drugs make my sweet heart stop
and I breathe my last breath into your arms
i'll haunt you like ghost
to let you know that i'm not gone

you know i'm better than any Cinderella
stomping on my finished cigarette
so come down from your castle
and start making me sweat
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