Identical Voodoo Doll
God can't save me
Shackles and chains
Clouds consume my brain
Who holds my identical voodoo doll?
A santanist? A masochist?
They know my thoughts
They can read the way I feel
They enjoy my pain because they know it's real
They've sewn my mouth shut and ripped out my stuffing
They've cut out my eyes and stolen my hands
And it's all part of there sick little plan
To ruin me and the tiny bit of perfection in my life
They've stolen my sanity
They've stolen my strife
Now only if they would end it all
They love to watch me suffer
I wish they would just tear me apart
It's all just getting rougher
The nights have become shorter
The days have become longer
And while my skin bleeds,
To save myself I no longer bother
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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