"Victim"
VictimShe's buxom...
She's blazing...
Her soul may be empty...
but her body is amazing.
She flaunts it...
She waves it...
No hallucination...
I saw the code of her matrix.
But she's wretched...
She's hated...
Those are just her emotions...
when she hides and fakes it.
She's trapped...
and...
She's waiting...
For a superhero to come along...
and do some day saving.
And when she goes home...
she cries herself to sleep...
Her heart is a stone...
but even mountains weep.
She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
She flashes...
She prances...
My mind breaches my waistline...
when I see the way she dances.
She's batting...
eyelashes...
Five fingers of death...
one touch'll put my heart in a casket.
But she's rancid...
She's putrid...
She often asks herself...
how could she be so stupid?
She's masking...
and...
She's dealing...
denial to herself...just to numb the feeling.
And when she goes home...
she cries herself to sleep...
Her heart is a stone...
but even mountains weep.
She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
She's an addict...
fantastic...
she wasn't even real...
her existence was plastic.
Just a number...
Who hunger's humbled...
Every summer she's assaulted...
so she flips and she tumbles.
Now she's less of...
a person...
She smiled down the catwalk...
with no signs of aversion.
Excursions...
Explanations...
Every investigation...
ends with the culprit...
Satan
And when she goes home...
she cries herself to sleep...
Her heart is a stone...
but even mountains weep.
She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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She's a victim.
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of society.
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