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Face Pix
02:26
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Light up my phone
Send me love notes
I dont want to be alone
Show me you care
What should i wear
Does it even matter
Im so desperate for attention i cant take it
Dont care what i have to do ill fucking get it
Put me in a pose that i dont like and ill fake it
I am sweet and smooth like ice cream im your favorite flavor
I dont know who you are you might be my neighbor
Anonymity is fun to me that makes me crazy
I dont wanna be your girlfriend but ill be your baby
I want it all dont wanna work that makes me lazy
Then he said wont you send some face pix
Why you gotta go and kill the thrill of it
I was having fun but then you took it too far
Listening to you brag about your job and new car
He said please can you send some face pix
Just one look to get me through the thick of it
Maybe im being too shy seems like a nice guy
Dont know what to do just look at my phone and get high
Im afraid to let things get to real
And why shouldnt i be with all the times ive failed
I can do easy things like bend over or kneel
But never something hard like be honest with how i feel
Im sorry to everyone ive loved
For being so toxic and fucked up
I promise to be better
I fucking promise to be better
[chrous]
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Why do people always act so shocked when they see me
What’s the fucking problem you ain’t never seen a tranny
I wish i was at home in bed sleeping in my jammies
Instead of serving coffee to rich fucks driving teslas and ferraris
Why do some people call me sir on purpose
Why they want to go and try and make me feel so worthless
Some jesus freaks came in the other day and called me evil
I just walked away my boss told me I need to work on my skills with people
I will never be the perfect daughter
I will never be the perfect wife
The best thing I have been is a liar
I’m reminded of that all the time
If complaining were a sport I’d have won the gold medal
The greatest of all time at taking things to personal
Always been nostalgic and way too sentimental
I’m the fucking shit at making choices that are regretable
I’d be in the hall of fame for the sport of fucking up
Everytime I go to bat I can only bunt
Sometimes I feel like a giant and sometimes like a runt
And everytime I see myself I want to puke my guts fuck
I will never be the perfect daughter
I will never be the perfect wife
The best thing I have been is a liar
I’m reminded of that all the time
I know I will never be a mother
Feels like I fucked up my whole life
I am the saint of missed opportunities
Feels like I’ve blown my last try
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2006 Amish World
02:26
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i am a rat my bed is like a sticky trap
i can't relax although it's not like im doing anything
anyway, anytime, every day is such a pain
i just stare at a screen and hate the shit i make
well in life i guess i'm just a masochist
get a thrill of taking things and making a mess of them
i can't stop punching myself in the face turning black and blue
sometimes it feels like this is what i was programmed to do
self destruction is the only language i can speak
put some makeup on to cover up the bruises on my cheeks
im crying in the bathroom
the mirror is laughing at me
my tights tore open
my face feels broken
my life feels broken
(chorus)
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I am your burden
I’m the reason your hurting
Feel like I’ve got you trapped
Under spell of my witchcraft
I am your ball and chain
The reason for all your pain
I know I am not the person
You thought you were marrying
Our living room is a graveyard
There is a hole in the side of the wall it’s abyss is engulfing the house
It is a shrine dedicated to the night of our relationships fallout
That night still lingers with me
You drove your foot straight into the wall after you screamed that you hated me
We both agreed it was fueled by alcohol we swore we quit drinking
But I’m fucking drunk while I write this
Feels like each day you love me less and less and less and less
I can’t blame you our life is a messy mess mess
Trash is piling up but I don’t give a fuck
Each day is a step closer to giving up up up
But I don’t want to be alone
And I don’t think you delight at the idea of that
I know you’ll move on
You were always the stronger one
We are living with a ghost
Or a parasite we’re the hosts
We are poisoned with no antidote
Turning into something we both loathe
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Hell
02:17
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The ghost of the girl next door is haunting me
Can hear her all the time even in my sleep
I can feel her presence seeping in
Depleting my body of oxygen
Maybe some people are just doomed from the start
People are machines some have broken or missing parts
Born to a mother who had no plans for keeping her
Adopted by some couple who had no right in raising her
Her parents enrolled her in catholic school
Made her train for competitive dance in a basement studio
Knocked up at 16 by a neighborhood boy home from college
Kicked out of dance and school had an early marriage
I’m reminded of her at the weirdest times
Mid 00’s scary movies make me want to cry
Watched them together every Friday junior year
I can see her stare I can see her stare
I know she loved being a mother
But I can’t imagine how hard it is to be robbed of
Your late childhood, being stuck with something you don’t love
Screaming fights most nights baby crying pink wine
At her funeral only childhood pics were on the screen
Like she had died back when she was 16
Her mom looked like the happiest mourner I’d ever seen
That smile still haunts my dreams
[chorus] x2
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