pink doll


(I see rua and)
I’m too brave for suicide
(I see rua and)
I’m too much a coward to be alive
(I see rua and)
I pay tribute to the floor
(I see rua)
I always get up wanting more
If I stuck a pin through your skin
would you bleed to death or stand like a stone?
I stopped breathing for a minute
when I became aware of it
the magical minute had gone
(I started breathing again)
but the beauty lingers on
long after the milk’s turned sour
long after the happy hour
when all the drinks are for free
except me
some will never even know my name
some will never even know my name
60.000 t-shirts didn’t know my name
smoke induced eyes whisper
who’s that little woman
smoke induced eyes whisper
who’s that little woman
with a pen as big as her heart
with a head as heavy as her heart
it’s never too late
for a bait prose
but it’s too late (now)
for a water hose




    











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