Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands.
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Blew out my birthday candles.. wished that you were dead.
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Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me.
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Let's give each other lobotomies.
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Slit your throat & zip you up.
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I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
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Tell your friends, try not to brag.
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You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
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To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves...
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To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves...
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Pretend I love you for another year.
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Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear.
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Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries.
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But these gashes look like self-injuries.
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Slit your throat & zip you up.
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I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
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Tell your friends, try not to brag.
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You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
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Depression, my new obsession... home sweet home.
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Self-mutilation is like a sick art show.
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Depression, my new obsession... home sweet home.
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Self-mutilation is like a sick art show.
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Depression, my new obsession... home sweet home.
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Self-mutilation is like a sick art show.
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Slit your throat & zip you up.
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I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
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Tell your friends, try not to brag.
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You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
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I love you too.
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Louis Vuitton Body Bag
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| Jeffree Star |
