Used to be good, used to be pure,

used to be right but wanted more,

now she is empty,

lost and alone,

a broken mind with a broken soul.

How do you fix you

when all is gone

all you believed in

has died or moved on

So many questions,

no one to ask,

wash off that lipstick

and take off your mask.

Look in the mirror,

and stare at her face

Who is the freak

that took my place?

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du och jag,

bräckliga,

som glasikoner lutar vi fragilt mot passivitetens stödstrukturer.

vi är ingenting och vi är allt vi nånsin skådat.

tillsammans står vi aldrig någon annanstans än stilla.

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He says to me: "you're too old to be so shy"

so I stay the night

Just a young heart confusing my mind

But we're both in silence

Wide-eyed

like we're in a crime scene

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His tar black soul was all her heart needed

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Abuse me, use me, shut up and do me,

I will never be the same.

Grab me, stab me, go on and have me,

I won't ever let them know your name

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​our blood is broken

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Irish coffee and cigarette smoke

horse tranquilizers, whiskey and coke

A damaged soul with a beautiful brain,

pills in the night, walking miles in the rain

Left with confusion and nowhere to flee

Just an illusion, a fragment of a fantasy.

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500 gummy bears and a bottle of chamagnge 

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