They cut the tender heart
Into pieces
The darkness of the night
Has fallen a part
The skeleton is fighting
The vision of the bones
Is denying
What can I do ,!?
The crazy talking
I broke my arm
To take the morphing
Everyday In her life she says ok
Everyday in her life she is approving
God damn the stupid girl
She would never say no for a change nor delusion
How much do you hate the lonely doll!?
the mirror saying,
I don’t know I say, but if I was her
i would never say so
the spirit is taken ,the right is stolen
the soul is locked, the body is broken
she has to laugh ,well done
she has to smile ,,it hurts ,its fun
she is the magic of silly Image
she is the morning with no sun
clouds are running
she says
nothing ,everything is fine
morning does shine
the veins are colored with beautifully wine
look at us they say
she is in the shell ,again for long
she is dead,she is preparing the coffin and gone
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