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Tied down by broken promises
cast aside by sideways lies
a swinging body on a bloody noose
tired of being the one to choose
between life and death
swinging rope or cyanide
a razor blade to be in on the times
arsenic and chilled pearls
your porcelain dolls done up in curls
too bad my dress lies ripped and torn
and bruised eyes seem so forlorn
a bottle of pills, a bullet that smiles
a cross to bear these heavy miles
eyes that cry and hearts that lie
and this doll lies silent in her grave
there is no soul left for God to save.