Your Poetry Dot Com - Miss Madame

You never gave a damn
Miss Madame
You crushed my heart
With your little hands, your little hands
Miss Madame
For your silence was your violence
Your cell is where I dwell
You destroyed my heart in your hands
In your greedy little hands
As that was your plan, your plan
It was never me, never me
You cared to see
Miss Madame, Miss Madame,
What about me, what about me
In my head, in my head
To me, you are the dead
Your silence was your violence
You crushed my heart in your little hands
That was your plan
You forgot about me
But now I`m forever in your head
In your head
Cause to me you`re one of the dead
One of the dead
Put that in your head, in your head
To me, you`re dead...

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