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Kill Me If I’m Such A Problem
You think you’re so smart
You test my works of art
These pills will fix me, will they?
I throw them up and disobey
Pull out your bag of tricks
There is nothing to be fixed
Turn me into your perfect ‘girl’
Force me in your perfect world
You can’t change who I am
I’m meant to be what I've never been
Don’t care if I’m defined ‘insane’
The truth is I live for pain
You think you can fix that?
Jokes over, it was such a laugh
Make me eat chemicals like a germ
Sorry, you can’t make me squirm
There’s been another crime today
I stole your cash and ran away
Drink and smoke and leather tear
I kiss them again, the night so fair
I pass out on tracks of the train
Put me to rest in the pleasure of pain
3.8.14
You test my works of art
These pills will fix me, will they?
I throw them up and disobey
Pull out your bag of tricks
There is nothing to be fixed
Turn me into your perfect ‘girl’
Force me in your perfect world
You can’t change who I am
I’m meant to be what I've never been
Don’t care if I’m defined ‘insane’
The truth is I live for pain
You think you can fix that?
Jokes over, it was such a laugh
Make me eat chemicals like a germ
Sorry, you can’t make me squirm
There’s been another crime today
I stole your cash and ran away
Drink and smoke and leather tear
I kiss them again, the night so fair
I pass out on tracks of the train
Put me to rest in the pleasure of pain
3.8.14
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