There she goes again to throw herself down onto the floor. She's blind from crying, and heartbroken. She's by herself where two belong. Now she's down on her knees praying to god so desperately. She asks him to show her mercy. She thinks that she deserves what she does not.
Cs a child she struggled through molestation. When she grew up she said "" Enough! I'm tired of equivocation"" She went through hell, and leeched it well. She made a deal with the devil. She traded in her innocence to gain a strength that few ever adopt until one day a boy appeared, and with him followed the illusion of honesty. She told him her secrets as he told her his lies. He exploited her trust through manipulation. He stole her bliss, and destroyed her from the inside. She was depressed, and secluded. Her only friends were her delusions. She dreamt of heroism, but acted timorous, and snide. She spoke of glee. She thought that love meant indulging, but to know love means to know self-sacrifice. She's a perfect demonstration of what it looks like to give up. She took drugs in an attempt to forget by feeling numb. She started to laugh each time that she'd cry, because she knew that at least her tears were on her side.
She was a misfit with a psychological deficit. She could not distinguish the difference between truth, and fiction. She was a conduit to her own petty self-pity. She was fed up with her life, so she forfeited living.
Spooky Basements - Damsel Lyrics
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There she goes again to throw herself down onto the floor. She's blind from crying, and heartbroken. She's by herself where two belong. Now she's down on her knees praying to god so desperately. She asks him to show her mercy. She thinks that she deserves what she does not.
Cs a child she struggled through molestation. When she grew up she said "" Enough! I'm tired of equivocation"" She went through hell, and leeched it well. She made a deal with the devil. She traded in her innocence to gain a strength that few ever adopt until one day a boy appeared, and with him followed the illusion of honesty. She told him her secrets as he told her his lies. He exploited her trust through manipulation. He stole her bliss, and destroyed her from the inside. She was depressed, and secluded. Her only friends were her delusions. She dreamt of heroism, but acted timorous, and snide. She spoke of glee. She thought that love meant indulging, but to know love means to know self-sacrifice. She's a perfect demonstration of what it looks like to give up. She took drugs in an attempt to forget by feeling numb. She started to laugh each time that she'd cry, because she knew that at least her tears were on her side.
She was a misfit with a psychological deficit. She could not distinguish the difference between truth, and fiction. She was a conduit to her own petty self-pity. She was fed up with her life, so she forfeited living.
Cs a child she struggled through molestation. When she grew up she said "" Enough! I'm tired of equivocation"" She went through hell, and leeched it well. She made a deal with the devil. She traded in her innocence to gain a strength that few ever adopt until one day a boy appeared, and with him followed the illusion of honesty. She told him her secrets as he told her his lies. He exploited her trust through manipulation. He stole her bliss, and destroyed her from the inside. She was depressed, and secluded. Her only friends were her delusions. She dreamt of heroism, but acted timorous, and snide. She spoke of glee. She thought that love meant indulging, but to know love means to know self-sacrifice. She's a perfect demonstration of what it looks like to give up. She took drugs in an attempt to forget by feeling numb. She started to laugh each time that she'd cry, because she knew that at least her tears were on her side.
She was a misfit with a psychological deficit. She could not distinguish the difference between truth, and fiction. She was a conduit to her own petty self-pity. She was fed up with her life, so she forfeited living.
Writer: JAY MARONEN
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