How I feel is like a blank page in the life of a masochist, my insatiable thirst for pain ( or so it seems ).
My body is disgusting, my face is not worth looking at. This is the ugly truth of how he makes me feel, I don't feel good enough for anybody anymore. For him it's over, he doesn't give shits about my pain, he just keeps strummin' his guitar, travellin' from town to town. Probably sleepin' with girls all around ..
In the meanwhile I'm just laying on my cold and dirty floor, giving up on all my dreams. It just seems unreal to me that they keep making me swallow all of this shit.
Bobbin why do you make me cry ?
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