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You were my perfect porcelain doll
Beautiful despite the flaws and all

An object of utter lust and attraction
Ignoring truth as if it were a distraction

Still hungover and drunk by that day
I perfectly recall saying I hate you then walking away

That time I shut the bathroom door
I heard you bang as I slid to the floor

Dried blood and tears stained over my skin
Looks like I lost so yeah you win

Why did you have to lie to me
I guess it was just me being to blind to actually see

That it was all an act and nothing more
Seriously I don't even get what I'm crying for

I try to forget the pain and whatnot
But you my dear are the bullet in my gunshot

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