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Broken heart sold seperatelyDye my eyes and make me somone elsePaint my lips and call me prettyRip out my heart and decorate the wallsA certain shade of pityFile my nails and paint the cracksShadows on my eyesNeedles in my arms and in my veinsA certain shade of liesAnd if just for one dayI could be anyoneI would still be myselfAnd if just for one dayYou could do anythingYou should stop trying to changeCut my hair and style it as you willBraid it for all I careCut my neck and remove my spineA shade of despairDress me up or dress me downIt doesn't really matterIn your image you'll recreate meAll the shades are shatteredAnd if just for one dayI could be anyoneI would still be myselfAnd if just for one dayYou could do anythingYou should stop trying to changeI'm your doll, your marionetteYour little sisterYou dress me up againI'm your Barbie, I'm your SindyOr maybe I'm SkipperBut never your KenAnd if just for one dayI could be anyoneI would still be myselfAnd if just for one dayYo
That early morning wayEarly morningCreeping fingersCrackingBreakingLying but not deadHouses, trees, and hillsBurning at the edgesBlurringTurningWaving in a breezeWindows, curtains, shadowsA room, a floor, a bedLight playingIn that romanticEarly morning wayHair, lips, eyesHands, fingers, armsAll six are intertwinedRunning overA lookA tearA sighKiss meBefore the sun takes you away
Death is my girlfriendHer breath is cold and clinicalHer sense of humour somewhat cynicalHer tongue a bullet, her lips the gunBreaks my limbs so I can't runBloody kisses linger in my wineHer body moves, so serpentineBroken nails on either handSultry under circumstanceBlack becomes her when she sleepsPerfume from her pores does seepRunning fingers down my spineHer perfume reeks of turpentineTwisting tongues and telling liesSeasons shift behind her eyesShe's got needles, I've got pinsI withdraw mine as hers push inShooting pains rush through my mindTies are broken, body left behindCrooning, soothing, deadly soundsBreaking, taking, 6 feet of groundBlack becomes her when she sleepsPerfume from her pores does seepWhiskey running down my spineHer perfume reeks of turpentineGlass of wine(Force it down)Whiskey next(Force it down)Just one pill(Force it down)My heartrate(Force it down)Blood becomes her when she sleepsDarkness from her pores does seepSearing fingers down my spineHer
Using crystalTake me homeYou whisper to my neckMy fingers around yoursJust waiting for regretFingers through my hairAs mine move down your backThen pinned against the bedYou on the attackYou are inside meAs much as I am inside youYour tongue inside my mouthPushing its way throughIn your eyes and on your lipsMe at your fingertipsIn your eyes and on your lipsMe at your fingertipsThings begin to focusAs I open up my eyesBut you're already leavingAs you press your lips to mineI beg you not to leaveWhy, I am not sureI just feel that you should stayBut not for any moreThen a parting of our lipsAs we whisper goodbyesA parting of personsPost parting of thighsIn your eyes and on your lipsMe at your fingertipsIn your eyes and on your lipsMe at your fingertipsI am deaf on my leftAnd blind on my rightPlease take a seatBut first choose a sideMy hands are too coldMy lips colder stillJust stay at homeGuard against the chillIn the fire is a heartJust leave it