your heart is your favorite weapon
it cuts and kills and no one sees
like a secret you can't unwhisper
a tragedy dropped and spun
and you're not ashamed
but you do it in the dead of nite
cause the lite beckons reflection
and you can't bare reminders
of the heavy things you've done
such a pretty girl
such a pity, girl
you're pretty, vicious
playing innocent
doesn't equal innocence
yeah, you're pretty, vicious
without me
you can get so ugly
you're pretty, vicious
but you used to just be pretty
posture something so mature
a job and a corner apartment
things you'll call progressing
but your soul is a wake
not even death showed up to
and you say, “it's not easy.”
to speak words that don't offend
your excuses are like nooses
they're cliché and they're killing you
such a pretty girl
such a pity, girl
you're pretty, vicious
playing innocent
doesn't equal innocence
yeah, you're pretty, vicious
without me
you can get so ugly
you're pretty, vicious
but you used to just be pretty
and you're waiting on a vampire
but your blood runs cold
and you're waiting to grow up
but you're just getting old
and i told you about redemption
but your pride won't bend
and your hands won't fold
such a pretty girl
such a pity, girl
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Submission Name: knives up, killer.
