"I'm not so pretty now...They're filthy next to me...I'm staring at myself...In family therapy"
Well, the family therapy with my mother is taking me about as far as i've ever gotten by myself and thats nowhere. I'm already sick of it and it hasnt been a month. I suppose i'm just going to have to fake it until i'm old enough to move out.
"He smokes the cigarette tree...He loves my hostilities...He brings me flower and candy and kringle...But that won't satisfy me"
Tyler told me that he loves me and that he wants to have a baby with me but the fact that two girls have already come to me and said that he has said stuff to them has got me worried. I mean hes sweet and loving and i want to believe him when he says he doesnt know one of the girls and that the other one he said he loved because he always says stuff like that but that hes really in love with me. Theres just that little piece of doubt in my mind now.
Fuck me...Buy me...Hurt me...Watch me...Destroy me"
R. came up with the idea that she was going to turn tricks to make money, the day before she mentioned it i had been thinking of it also. I'm not sure what we're going to do about it, but i'll let you all know.
Miss Ann Thrope (by My Ruin feat. Jessicka)
You're so pretty when you lie
Love songs always make me cry
I don't think you have a choice
There's no truth left in your voice
Remember when we used to laugh
Just try to forget all that
Wear my heart upon your lips
I hope it tastes just like shit
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
You're so pretty when you die
Love songs always make me cry
I don't think you realize
There's no blue left in your eyes
Remember when we used to sing
Just try to forget those things
Fill your hole inside with dirt
I hope that it fucking hurts
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me...
Miss Ann Thrope
You have left a trail of deceit, assault, and flattery
Blasting through my wounds, imprisoned me in God and poetry
A ritual to mend my angry heart, a breeding ground for your untruth
If God created man in his own image, then fuck you
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
My hate for you defines my lust
Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me
Welcome world, Miss Ann Thrope
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
My hate for you defines my lust
Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me
Welcome world, Miss Ann Thrope
Fuck, cunt
Miss Ann Thrope
Cunt, fuck
Miss Ann Thrope
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