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Twist, Slit, Dress, Stitch
Twist me up inside
make my day my night,
always feeling
like I'm drowning
twist me up inside.
Slit my wrists and find
take me in your stride,
always dying
in my mind, no light
slit my wrists and find.
Dress me up tonight
make me feel alright
my make ups running,
its not funny,
dress me up tonight.
Stitch me to your side
make me beg for life
I'm not sleeping
for this whole week if you,
stitch me to your side.
make my day my night,
always feeling
like I'm drowning
twist me up inside.
Slit my wrists and find
take me in your stride,
always dying
in my mind, no light
slit my wrists and find.
Dress me up tonight
make me feel alright
my make ups running,
its not funny,
dress me up tonight.
Stitch me to your side
make me beg for life
I'm not sleeping
for this whole week if you,
stitch me to your side.
Published 25th Oct 2012
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26th Oct 2012 8:03am
26th Oct 2012 8:53am
26th Oct 2012 2:01pm
28th Oct 2012 00:20am
its kinda about being treated like a rag doll, although being human, and associating that treatment to a sort of sick love... I dunno its abstract I guess...
