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this isn't life
there you sit
like sugar wouldn’t caramelise
oh, but it does
to the extent of which I smell burning
a black and sticky finish
a foul temptation that suffocates its quarry
that quarry is me
you stump cigarettes on my neck, my chest
bruise my abdomen
bite my breast
you have no moral
but you do have monotony
and that’s why i’m sure
you’re gonna keep on hurting me
you don’t own me
and i’m not your puppet
or your free fetish
or anything of yours for that matter
that’s all true
yet i’m still here
but for how much longer
you’re home
like sugar wouldn’t caramelise
oh, but it does
to the extent of which I smell burning
a black and sticky finish
a foul temptation that suffocates its quarry
that quarry is me
you stump cigarettes on my neck, my chest
bruise my abdomen
bite my breast
you have no moral
but you do have monotony
and that’s why i’m sure
you’re gonna keep on hurting me
you don’t own me
and i’m not your puppet
or your free fetish
or anything of yours for that matter
that’s all true
yet i’m still here
but for how much longer
you’re home
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