my self

 they tell me: “be yourself”

they tell me: “can’t you be more like HER?!”

they tell me: “control yourself!”

they tell me: “be as you always were”

well, i don’t have to be myself, i can be the girl whom everyone loves

i’ll mutilate your mental health, bite the ground, eat the dust

*here she goes, a little poseur, lips of rose, dust in her nose

she’d die to see the heart of thee in her hands, that’s how it goes*

now i have a thousand friends, they carve my name into their skin

can’t decide which one of my five boyfriends will help me do some sin tonight

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my doll eyes will swallow you, from that depth there’s no return

if you exist, i own you unless you’d rather burn in hell

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there’s lots of those who’ve bled for me, i store their dead hearts on my shelf

in the end you will see, it’s bad for you to be yourself

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it’s not that i mean to be mean, it’s your own problem that you’re doomed

i’m the best you’ve ever seen, a flower freshly bloomed

you did not like the old me, you mocked me aloud on the street

too late for an apology, now you’re crawling at my feet

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