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Control Freak of the Mind
Useless girl, I will make use of you
Just unwillingly sign over the rights to your mind
Let's start with disturbing thoughts
They will manifest even in sleep
You may get lack of rest as a result
But no worries, my dear
Soon, sleeping will be all you want
Even if the dreams are nightmares
You'll be glad you can wake from them
Unlike the living nightmare I'll be for you
Oh, what's this?
A pencil sharpener
I will show you another use for it
Say goodbye to short sleeved shirts
Even when the summer is hot
People will laugh at you for the jackets and sweaters
"At least they're not laughing at me for the scars"
You helplessly mumble, wiping tears
Don't fret my dear, I'm here to comfort you
With my cold, unfeeling embrace
You make new ones, tricked into thinking it helps
But it only feeds me, making me bigger
Then I can consume your body
In the mirror, I'm all you see
A twisted and ugly version of you
"I try to avoid mirrors because all I see is the monster's body"
You say to people who think you're talking about yourself
They give you kind lies, unknowingly making it worse
You look into the mirror again
"Maybe..it's me who is the monster.."
Oh poor girl, you've started your end
Just unwillingly sign over the rights to your mind
Let's start with disturbing thoughts
They will manifest even in sleep
You may get lack of rest as a result
But no worries, my dear
Soon, sleeping will be all you want
Even if the dreams are nightmares
You'll be glad you can wake from them
Unlike the living nightmare I'll be for you
Oh, what's this?
A pencil sharpener
I will show you another use for it
Say goodbye to short sleeved shirts
Even when the summer is hot
People will laugh at you for the jackets and sweaters
"At least they're not laughing at me for the scars"
You helplessly mumble, wiping tears
Don't fret my dear, I'm here to comfort you
With my cold, unfeeling embrace
You make new ones, tricked into thinking it helps
But it only feeds me, making me bigger
Then I can consume your body
In the mirror, I'm all you see
A twisted and ugly version of you
"I try to avoid mirrors because all I see is the monster's body"
You say to people who think you're talking about yourself
They give you kind lies, unknowingly making it worse
You look into the mirror again
"Maybe..it's me who is the monster.."
Oh poor girl, you've started your end
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