Buried beneath in sorrow and greif,
i am the girl who loves him so,
but miss perfect came down,
with her pretty black crown,
and shes choking on her own ego.
i am grasping to keep control,
of this crushed heart and soul,
i'll adore him until i am sore.
but again in she came,
fresh and new to his games,
and i'm too weak to be the cure.
with my ragdoll and dress,
i feel razor carressed,
i cry until i am dry,
alas beyong compare,
with your thick straight black hair,
i shall hate you until i die.
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