Don’t hide it, dear, I’m yours to kiss.
I’ve never liked it here, these tears you’ll miss.
I want to change, but you know I can’t.
Want me to hide my fears? I’ve got a long fucking list.
Maybe you can change the rhyme, just cut my throat, don’t clean the knife.
Maybe I am just a bitch, I’m here to hold, I’m here to hit.
Maybe you can’t handle this! Maybe you’re the fool! Maybe you’re the dick!
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