cut my wrists and color them pink

Spoiled little blond girl, small and spoiled (Rob Zombie is noted on the agenda and my smile is incorrigible). Today is the day I'm going to tortured my lip with needles. ( Just got a message it will be for another time Mmrrgghhaaabllleegrgrggrrr ... pffft fortunately I'm in a good mood today!).

I'm not broken I'm just a baby, I need to be touched terribly painful and gently. I'm not your baby, I'm not your entertainment for I am the angel that will be your salvation. I'm dead inside, I died the day I was born in that house full of anger. I lick my wounds, I worship my scars. I'm not ashamed of my mistakes not anymore.

I know I'm young, but I will wait. I don't wants those assholes anymore, I got tired of playing the mistress. I''ll sit here and bleed, waiting for him. Like a real man, he must be young, stupid and mean. He must like his women bad, not cheap. He has to be nothing like the deceiver of the past, he should be real and touchable. I don't want him to be mine, but his love must be so pure that it would kill me.

I want bad romance, I want dead roses and I would especially like rotting candy, so come on honey, shoot me with your best shot, bang bang.