Little Girls and Silver Toys
(Sometimes I'm shaking)
she sits in the dark with blood on her arms
(this is what made me)
the blade nears he skin
(nothing but heartless metal, like you)
and then, she's sitting in the dark
(something that won't love me)
with cuts on her arms
(so kiss me goodnight my love)
and blood on her hands
(for we did not understand forever)
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