is this what's come to me?
why do i deserve this?
maybe i acted as a murderer in a past life
actions held against me
i dont have to ask you to deny me
my last frays of my freedom
because you already have

brands on my forehead
let everyone know
just what kind of kid i am

i'd give anything
including my life
including yours
to make it like it was
when i didn't wake up crying
and you weren't out till the day was gone
drowning yourself in liquor
making every thing you have nothing more
than waste in the sewage beneath our feet

i'd love to be the plastic life-sized doll
that you could play with before morning awakens
i woudn't mind to be artificial, as long as you would still love me
would you still love me?

would my threaded hair turn you on?
would my detachable head make you want me more?
would the manufactured skin on my hollow body
make you burn with desire?
would my painted lips make you hungry?
and would my flawless body tease you near?

the bad thing about being plastic
get to close to the heat
you melt.

and then you're nothing more
than a puddle
of manufactured shit
taking up more space than you're worth.

but for you
it would be worth it.

 
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