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Don't call me precious with that voice of an angel
I see beyond your sweet little lies
You say sugar lets run away,
but the only one running away is you,
Away from me
And you got this perfect picture painted in the back of your mind,
but I am a doll made of porcelain and I will shatter if you make me fall,
Make me fall
This morning you saw me standing in the doorway all alone
My bags are packed and I had put on my makeup
So much for forever after all
Your tears are falling but I feel nothing,
its better than hurting inside
Beg me to stay with that voice of an angel
But I see beyond your sweet little lies
And I am a doll made of porcelain I will shatter if I fall,
If I fall,
If I fall
See more clearly stirring up the dust,
Your face is dirty and your hands are stained,
But this time time I won't let you,
have your way with me,
with me
- by yinqueen_14 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/06/2010 |
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