ID#47 - Dollhouse

You could have
Left or died instead
Treat me like
An expendable
You replaced me
With a copy
A fetish
I am not human
Fun is over, too much could kill
He was happy for doubles of me
Hun, how could you? To cheat and lie?
We were fine but you're nasty and greedy
Your lower back had red markings
My faith in you dwindled
Found you in tongues with her and not me
Liar, tell me not to worry
Fun is over, too much could kill
He was happy for doubles of me
Hun, how could you? To cheat and lie?
We were fine but you're nasty and greedy
I am pleasure
A doll only for you
I will stay put
And move when you tell me
Define good times
When you blew my guard down
Disguise yourself
As the precious angel
I am pleasure
A doll only for you
I will stay put
And move when you tell me
You could have
Left or died instead
Treat me like
An expendable
You replaced me
With a copy
A fetish
That I cannot escape
You could have
Left or died instead
Treat me like
An expendable
You replaced me
With a copy
A fetish
That made me feel impure
Carry me home; purgatory
Where I belong to rot and slay
Doesn't matter what happens next
All of us win in different ways

Written by:
Valentine Hills

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