I'm not the portrait of the homicide of my inner child.
I dare you to eat me alive
I've been practicing my poison.
He makes love to some girl who isn't tearing apart at the seams on the inside
And who's mind isn't a sad madness like a
Black and white Van Gogh painting.
When they don't think I'm bright like daylight, I'm as sweet as sin;
Thanks for buying into my lie
Your just as dumb as my heart.
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