Pumping my veins with toxic waste to bury the shame.
Still you cry.
Popping pink pills for a synthetic high.
Still you cry.
Selling my soul to 'til I find love.
Still you cry.
Scaring my skin 'til I bleed dry.
Still you cry.
I'm your always child.
January 22, 2009
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