when i'm through with you, your pride will be nothing but scraps on the floor to be swept away
i'd rather swallow knives than be you for a day
i may not have your doe-eyed looks
but i rest easy at night
knowing that i'll never be anybody's fucking whore
you are just an ornament
he said he loves you, thats not what he meant.
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