Porcelain surrounds her as if it's her skin
laying on the bathroom floor
chills to skin
remembering when
and she's done with today, tomorrow, and yesterday
she's got to escape her own hideaway
memories flowing down her back
she's sick of being hated for everything she is
weird as fuck so what?
He's "small potatoes" baby doll
and she's thin as sin
fast as gin
and ready to leave for good
watch out world
these looks are gonna kill tonight
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