.Black.Ribbon.A cross between her fingertips She says she never meant to hurt you But the splinters in your heart tell you otherwise And if she loves you any more You’ll surely die, but does it matter Does it matter that you still feel her Fingers pushed inside you, playing with your soul Brushed against your angel wings You mean to tell her, honestly You really wish she’d choke But her corset tightens ‘round your lips And her ribbons, down your throat You’re stupid again Stupid to think she’d listen any way When all that’s said is lies Admit you’ve come to need them.Black.Ribbon.
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id lose my mind if it wasnt attatched... oops there it goes...
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"i wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall..."
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't,
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*Join Me in Death*-HIM
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::You Bet YouR LiFe it Is::
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