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She's Only A DeviceThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Sunday, 08 June 2008 | |
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She's Only A Device
All the pills, drugs, and alcohol lay on the table Her emotions from day to day run very unstable
Hey eyes look somewhat dead Tonight, her cuts appear to be the deepest shade of red
With every ensuing beer She's throwing away her career
Inserting another pill To get high, it's her idea of a thrill
But the sex is what she loves the most Selling herself to any decent paying host
By now she's probably got some kind of disease From kneeling everynight, the bruises show true on her knees
Her beautiful image has long faded away Her bones protrude out from all the loss of weight
And in her selfish mind she knows the world is ending But for some reason she keeps on pretending
Telling everyone it will be alright That we should never give up on our fight
But behind closed doors she is pathetic Just another piece of trash, a useless drug addict
Her morals lay buried, put to rest a long time ago She ever so desperately clings to her facade of hope
It all runs impure through her veins Her blood has become addicted to the cocaine
Everyone takes a piece, using her up dry Look at her now, she's just someones device Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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