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Aren’t you so pretty? 2/15/04
The things that I see in you are the things I see in myself that most disgust me.
With a blood stained face
A knife in your bruised back
Aren’t you so pretty?
The things that I see in you are the things that I see in myself that never wash ashore
With your legs spread,
Face in the mud
Saying you wish you had the strength in me
Type of whore
Aren’t you so pretty?
You can stare me down or refuse to look my way
You can paint it black, you can try to conceal
But at the ends of your mind your soul starts to fray
Your lies are the only thing you have that is real
Now aren’t you so pretty?
