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she sold her body to the man

the princess sold her throne for the scene

a young lady who has become a madame

a little girl who dreams to become queen

she says i love you

but you don't know what the words mean



she has the disease

you think you are the cure

you just beat her down to her knees

you have stained the heart that was once pure



she gave you her heart

but to you she was just another doll

you love to watch her fall apart

she is added to your collection of broken hearts

the shattered souls amoung these doll's parts



another mark on your belt

you think you are the king of kings

you tell so many lies

never mind the pain it brings

reopen the scars

it still stings

i'll inflict the scars into you as i laugh



i spit upon your crown

you sit back laughing at all their tears

everything that goes around must come back around

i laugh, for i can see your fears

the blind little bastard, you will never see

the one you love is me



you look into my eyes

you say that you love me

funny, you are now the one that cries

remember the girls

now you walk in their shoes

i could never love you, like you never loved them

you and i will never be

now i hope you can see

because now you are the one who cries