Needles and pins pierce my heart with their rusty spears
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Like my heart being scooped out and placed on a platter
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Set as this disgusting sight beating before your ever flaming eyes
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Looks can kill
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Every glimpse from you tears my heart a little more
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Leaving a hole in my chest, for me to cave in to
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The blood staining your teeth white
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Posing as your sweet tasting lipstick
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Stapled emotions to this mattress
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My mouth is dry and duct taped shut
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But the words are stamped on my forehead
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Crawl into my pores and make yourself comfortable
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Feel what I'm like on the inside
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An insect crawls in the desert
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Slept fourteen hours
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Eyes are burning
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Like holes in me draining life fluid
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Lighthouse lights easily attract you
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That kind of intensity shall only burn you
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This dim candle light would be more soothing
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But the dark glow only hurts your pretty eyes
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Just close your eyes and just feel my warmth
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My heart is empty
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Torn open and bled dry
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Safety pins
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Hold me together
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Staring at the stars
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All alone
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Lying here dreaming and set on fire
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Outside of everything untouched by your,
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Your little world
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Sick, I'm sick
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My heart is empty
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Dead Flowers For A Beauty School Dropout
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| Abhorrance |
