These bindes that hold me
in terms of reformance...

You lay in ur bed
and stare at the celing...

On the ground
to weak to make a sound...

Im sorry daddy but im not your little girl
i started drugs and smoking more and more...

**first section (i will put * around it) is sung...
*All around the mullberry bush...

Me: there is NO way we are freaking related
her: yea huh we r 2 related...

Hear the gunfire
see bodies falling all around...

Pain like fire torments my lungs
breatheing in ribs penitraiting my air...

My wings so glamourus
they shine so bright...

The hate the love
the tormented dove...

Your eyes full of lies
desperate for cries...

You called me a s**t you called me a w***e
i slamed your face right in that door...