he found her dead on the floor
n his heart is nuked
n its all my fault
a little dictator
like a badly trained dog
want to squeeze mummy
and cuddle her back to life
is there no end to the evil
this little baby girl has perpetrated ?
selfish
bad little baby girl
inappropriate
for her to enjoy life
without her
she must embody the tragedy
oh no
she has broken her mummy
trying to grasp at thin air
where she left
my frustration knows no bounds
the sweetest gentlest little deer of a Mummy
you could wish for
want to hold her close
and feel her heart
theres blood on my hands and feet
at the risk of making myself
very unpopular
i dont understand business
i just lie and i cheat
with my dodgy hooded eyes
are we sweet enough ?
n i believe in euthanasia
i dabbled in the occult
n we're no little angels
the paint has a life of its own
n every day I'm crackin up
in this day of the dead
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