The wind of the lines
Words that are unhinged and woeful
Vunerable enslaved with fear
As my anger grows heavy
Yet I guilt myself into you
My pretty red lipstick is ruined
Covered in your cheap sticky ***********
Having me feel shamed
You don't handle rejection
My guts are shattered
You make me eat the blame
Harrasing me until I'm lifeless
Then you mock me
As I spill my veins
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
The wind of the lines
Words that are unhinged and woeful
Vunerable enslaved with fear
As my anger grows heavy
Yet I guilt myself into you
My pretty red lipstick is ruined
Covered in your cheap sticky ***********
Having me feel shamed
You don't handle rejection
My guts are shattered
You make me eat the blame
Harrasing me until I'm lifeless
Then you mock me
As I spill my veins
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