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Storybook romance

has its regrets

not to be fucking

normal, as we are

Argue, fucking, argue

Hollywood kisses

have nothing on this

rough sex, hickey fuck world

I didn't hear the choir say

"Hallelujah"

nor the classical music

when I made love to you

but why when

Brad Pitt was fucking?

How come the princess

always gets her prince,

but I'm not a princess

I live in my personal castle

In my head

Whites dresses

in weddings,

black dresses

in funerals

It seems the other way

around

when I'm with you

Bitch

about this

Bitch

about that

Round and round

the conversation continues

Blah

Blah

Blah

I hoped a comet falls

through the sky

Before that cum

found one of my eggs

Anti-depressants down my

throat

Nothing can't take

away this name in my head

ASSHOLE