VooDoo Doll

by Rachel   May 22, 2007


Unforgiving truths written on the wall; the broken mirror, watched my face fall. Eye'm so sick and tired of it all; eye'll kill myself with a voodoo doll. Turning pleasure into pain. A glimpse of hope then a bathtub of rain. I left my glass slipper and soul at the ball; eye'll kill myself with a voodoo doll. All bets are on the other team. They hid my hopes and self-esteem. I laugh at myself because eye'm going to fall; eye'll kill myself with a voodoo doll. Eye'm losing this race, eye can't get ahead. It's a shame they haven't found me dead, like Elvis in a bathroom stall; eye'll kill myself with a voodoo doll.

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