

Porcelain DollPorcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code.Porcelain Doll
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering


I am aliveMy youth oozes from my pores, hormones dancing in the wind Responsible has been my middle name, today though I break With tradition and circumstance and dance along the energy That courses through my veins like a powerful aphrodisiacI am alive
Pulling up to the curb of my girls house, I hear my fathers voice Gnawing at the back of my mind constant and unharmonious
I sound the horn No more I say out loud though my words are lost in music Constant rhythm tries to break through the glass of my windows
She dances down the walkway, hips thrusting side to side My eye
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a bad mother fucker with a heart of gold;
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a bad mother fucker with a heart of gold;
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Shojo, they are not allies
they are memories
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