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Buy me
This body splits in two
The tree with no soul
Is completely hollow
And I don’t know if I can feel you
But I don’t care
And my love is completely shallow
I hold onto this heart
Like I want it to stop
Squeezing out every breath
And I want to be bought
So buy me, won’t you buy me
Won’t you pay for me in gold?
I’m so hollow, lonely, barren
So lacking, empty, cold
I paid the price for this love
And it hurt, too much to bear
And every arrow shoots each dove
Like no human ever cared
So what’s the point?
I see no life
No point
No end to this story
But I don’t care
My love is shallow
I just want you to adore me
I want to be treasured
And I want to be bought
I will be your little slave, master
To punish, deride and scold
For my little black soul is so weary and old
And I have only wishes dear, wishes and blind passion
And I know you can feel me
Though my crying never matters
But I don’t care, I need more
And my love is completely shallow
Am I so dirty? Just tired and bored
And I want to be bought
So buy me, won’t you buy me
Won’t you pay for me in gold?
And I will crawl here on this floor
Like the whore you think you own
The tree with no soul
Is completely hollow
And I don’t know if I can feel you
But I don’t care
And my love is completely shallow
I hold onto this heart
Like I want it to stop
Squeezing out every breath
And I want to be bought
So buy me, won’t you buy me
Won’t you pay for me in gold?
I’m so hollow, lonely, barren
So lacking, empty, cold
I paid the price for this love
And it hurt, too much to bear
And every arrow shoots each dove
Like no human ever cared
So what’s the point?
I see no life
No point
No end to this story
But I don’t care
My love is shallow
I just want you to adore me
I want to be treasured
And I want to be bought
I will be your little slave, master
To punish, deride and scold
For my little black soul is so weary and old
And I have only wishes dear, wishes and blind passion
And I know you can feel me
Though my crying never matters
But I don’t care, I need more
And my love is completely shallow
Am I so dirty? Just tired and bored
And I want to be bought
So buy me, won’t you buy me
Won’t you pay for me in gold?
And I will crawl here on this floor
Like the whore you think you own
Published 16th May 2012
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