There's nothing pretty inside her head
Lips are shiny, eyes are dead
No one hears a thing she says
Her fake smile makes my skin crawl, teeth clack
Sun colored hair braided back
A painted doll all dressed up
Skin's like caramel or ***** cream
Hands float dangerously close
Air for brains and dirt for soul
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
There's nothing pretty inside her head
Lips are shiny, eyes are dead
No one hears a thing she says
Her fake smile makes my skin crawl, teeth clack
Sun colored hair braided back
A painted doll all dressed up
Skin's like caramel or ***** cream
Hands float dangerously close
Air for brains and dirt for soul
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