Monday, April 12, 2010

nobody likes a poor girl

i'll always have these scars
but these pills and bottles
plils and btotles
pills and bottles and bars

are here to help me starve

smell the smell of rotting flesh
dontcha smell it ma
iv fallen deep this time you see
rewrite unwritten law

spit on me
that's fine you see
i dont give a shit

just dont say you will
and not intend
to follow through with it

my hate is love
my love is hate
it's all the same most days

fever ridden
world i dont fit in
leaves me in a daze.

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