I made a paper doll once,
Gave it golden curls,
Put pretty flowers in its hand,
Made it dance in twirls.
I thought about that paperdoll,
I thought it loved me true,
But deep inside I hated it,
And it despised me too.
I dressed it in pink laces,
Although it wanted black,
It said it really hated me,
I stabbed it in the back.
I cut its pretty head off,
I ripped its little arms
I smashed its fucking face in,
I really meant it harm.
The moral of this story is,
(And I Shall be quite curt)
Never wind up little girls
'Cause paperdolls get hurt.
How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dus
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