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a woman's body
01:25
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loving you is longing for a god
putting you on top of every scar
heal the wounds and make me come far
loving you, like the sun painting the shades
colourful, showing how i should be brave
wanting you but you were born afraid
the body of a woman is a shrine
a woman's body is a piece of art
this woman's body is now mine
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2. |
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fate that's been written for three days
tainted "love" you seemed to make
now my body's a disgrace
signs that i cannot seem to face
like a thorn that leaves me dazed
such a rose i didn't pay for
lying on some dude's bed
take it once, twice, again
he says "baby give me head"
(something's not right)
('cause i don't like)
(junk of that kind)
lace of those bras i used to wear
ripped apart but i don't care
'cause i hope he goes to hell
took me a while to realize
hating whom you "idealize"
means that you don't really love them
lying on my own bed
cut it once, twice, again
"don't do that, i'll be upset"
(now this feels right)
('cause i don't mind)
(making him cry)
all the thoughts in my head
all of them reached an end
i am free, overcame the comphet
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stupid boy
02:40
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stupid boy
dontcha think i need ya
yeah you such a stupid boy
better keep an eye on her
she better off with toys
and i'm the one holding them
yeah i know that she enjoys
the way i make her cum
unlike you yeah you stupid boy
dontcha think she need ya
when she ridin' me
she yell she want it
she tell me to keep it comin'
oh you silly boy
stole your girl and now you on it
mad 'cause your dick's embryonic
now this boy is histrionic
stupid boys
all the same
think your cock's the biggest game
welcome to the dykey lane
eat your girl out, there's no shame
stupid boys
all the same
you'd do anything for fame
anything to make a name
deep inside you're full of shame
stupid boy
he is taking her for granted
what a stupid boy
playing mind games, in her head
she think you're stupid, boy
wonders what it would be like
to get her pussy eaten right
now she call me a nasty dyke
yeah no she don't want ya
now that her life's free of drama
katherine, mary and hannah
left ya for a lesbiana
are you mad 'cause it's true?
stupid boy want it too?
think these bitches "confused"?
chop peen, call it barbecue!
stupid boys
all the same
think your cock's the biggest game
welcome to the dykey lane
eat your girl out, there's no shame
stupid boys
all the same
you'd do anything for fame
anything to make a name
deep inside you're full of shame
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make believe
03:38
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you call me selfish and you call me mad
you try to make me believe that i'm bad
i promise, i'm honest, not lying to you
but you make me believe that that's a lie too
you call me selfish and you call me mad
you call me names just to make me feel sad
i promise... don't make believe
make believe, make believe
during all that time
you had been planning
to take me down
to make me take damage
for things that sound
worse than they actually are
i trusted your words
and so did the rest
when it was all a test
testing your subjects
creating disturbance
a literal child as your servant
what is it you want from me?
i think you have lured me in
you call me selfish and you call me mad
you try to make me believe that i'm bad
i promise, i'm honest, not lying to you
but you make me believe that that's a lie too
you call me selfish and you call me mad
you call me names just to make me feel sad
i promise... don't make believe
make believe, make believe
i'm not broken...
...am i?
for the love of god tell me why
gaslit, in panic...
like a rabid dog being hit with a stick
and i don't know your antics
but i'm not alone, i'm not manic
i know you do not want me out of my shell
well fuck you, you can go to hell
what is it you want from me?
you still think you've lured me in
you call me selfish and you call me mad
you try to make me believe that i'm bad
i promise, i'm honest, not lying to you
but you make me believe that that's a lie too
you call me selfish and you call me mad
you call me names just to make me feel sad
i promise... don't make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
what is it you want from me?
no, you have not lured me in
because i'm selfish and it drives me mad
my blood is boiling because i'm that bad
i promise, i'm honest, not lying to you
and i bet this time you believe it, don't you?
because i'm selfish and it drives me mad
my blood is boiling because i'm that bad
i promise... i'll make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
make believe, make believe
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