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Each day the blade goes snicker-snack
Each day she's growing thinner
Do you feel proud of yourself?
Punching holes into paper girls

Blood is thicker, but the sin is sicker
When he runs down your thigh
Will you feel proud of yourself?
Staring at the ceiling, cracked with lies

It's gentle rain on your forehead
Lapping softly at your cheeks
But does he feel anything?
While the world spins silently, quickly

I drew my life into pretty frames
Where houses creep in shadow shame
On rows of trees and empty people
Popping medicine in the name of statistics

I felt proud of myself
Blend in with the crowd daily
But I feel everything, I am everything
Draw me picture perfect, frame me