Innocence
is a beautiful thing to corrupt
Beauty
will choke you and make you thin
Beautiful
innocence
Twisted
and sick
But
you won't care - you won't care
'Cos
you won't realise
Until
it's too late to save yourself from what you have become
This
cycle of madness
Is
not what you deserve, but what you get
And
razor blades heal
You
try to cut it away
But
it's your life and without it you'll fade
But
never mind - I don't care either
Nothin'
matters 'cos it's too late for me too
He
tries to block the agony but it's already there
His
prettiness is too much for me to take
I
wanna burn it off, take it all away
I
want to be pretty but not like you
So
I f*ck him, try to take a piece of him for my own
It
never works
I
only end up feeling worse than before
Dirty
and used, like a silly little whore
This
has been going on for too long
There
is no pleasure, there is no pain
The
bullshit that comes out is caught between clouds of lie
Soulless
pity in a web of confused guilt
The
more I struggle, the more I want to be free, so I've stopped trying
I'm
content in my own little world with those who love me
Those
who hate me
Those
who want me to die
I
wish the same for them
Fuck
your children
You
know they want it
You
can see it in their eyes as you fuck them
Or
so you think
So
you force yourself to believe
To
remove the guilt that you feel
For
enjoying what you know has got to be your ticket to the blessed hell
Come
take me away
I'll
be your little girl
Use
my innocence
Corrupt
my mind
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