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Masochist feelin' a little roudy. Sew an X, carve your name into my body.

Fellin' used like a cheap little easy bitch. Leaving all my thoughts in a dark and twisted ditch.

Broken emotions lost in my brain. Every innocence within me turned to pain.

Nothing left to sense reality. Nothing close resembling their morality.



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So what if I scratch my arms to shit. What do you gotta do with it? Leave me the fuck alone.

Maybe I need some company, not from you. Finger, Fuck, and Forget, its what you do.

Maybe I am a little psychotic, spirotic, hypnotic, erotic.But not stupid like you think I am.

Pain within my body making up my soul. Be with me, join the cold, inside my heart.



Tears and smiles won't fix the damage in my mind. Pain and plesure is what I need to find.

Stinging sensation from the whipping of your words. Suffication and torture coming back with thirds.

You put in your demon, realsing your evil seeds. Never fully quenching  all of my needs.

Smack me on my ass, smack me in my face. Telling me it was all just a fucking waste.

Tears run down your face adding to the moisture.You like hurting me, but the pain is torture.

Your breath is warm,touching my skin. Letting me feel all the wicked hold within.

No sense of dreaming, waking up bruised. What's the sense, I'm just to be fucked and used?

You see my eyes, I see your lust and fear. The taste of blood in my mouth, its so near.



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I'll never see no teary eyes with wedding bells. I'll just see my body, burning in Hell.

My skin is torn by your fingernails. Blood drips out, I moan, my skin just pales.

Your fingers dig, my blood flows in a perfect heart. My body is your work of art.

My eyes close as your getting deep. The sheet is stained, you don't mind, you fucking creep.

Your hand moves up, you grab me by the hair. Pulling and grinding harder, controling, its so unfair.

But I control you when you're in between my thighs. Stop the blood and you just tell lies.

Put your lips on my shoulders, bite my neck. I can tell that you're not done yet.

After an hour long, you're still strong. You slow down, I may be wrong.

Pull my hair hard, smack my face, say you're done. Even though you're the only one to cum.

A bead of sweat runs down my face. You leave me, find some other girl to take my place.

I'll need to find someone else to treat me right, keep me rigt, beat me right, freak me right...



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