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cut me to the core
i've become the whole world's whore
leave what you will
i'll deny you in this pill

soft in my flesh
i'll give you nothing but my best
i'm dirty but you don't care
i'm weak inside too dead to be scared

i'd say "i want to die"
but it's only monday

seven days from now
i'll sit in church and wonder...how?
how did i trade my soul
for a life of lust and no control?

cut me to the core
i've always wanted to be the world's whore
leave me if you will
i deny everything with this pill

i'd say" i want to die"
but it's only wednesday

don't ask me and don't expect
the answer to be yes
i'd scream until my lungs collapsed
i'd trade in my future, erase all my past

you'll always be the one

the one....
to cut me to the core
demand me to be your whore
you'll leave me with what you will
you can't take away my sacred pill

i'd say "i want to die"
but that would be a lie

it's only saturday
and i'm dead anyway

you'll never be anything more
you pathetic
repulsive
useless

whore

this is a dedication to myself.~weepingprophet

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