This poison trails so thin.
It burns and bursts from within.
Don't you regret that scarlet red skin?
All this Satanism and so much sin.
Put down that dripping wet pin,
And beg for forgiveness once again.
As the night goes on, the insomnia kicks in,
Lying there wondering how school will begin.
When you cut classes to finish your Gin,
Or you just wait for the drug store to open.
You can always spice it up with attention from men,
But why bother because you know you'll never win.
 
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