pretty poison

pretty poison - Nessa Barrett

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I could tell the real story but I know you wouldn't listen,

I tried to tell it many times but you always go and twist it,

Nearly every morning that I cry, waking up to words that feel like knives, mmh

Swear I'm looking in the mirror but I'm seeing someone different.

Looking at you lick your lips you think you know me,

Making faces at me while you paint mine for me.

Say my name, say my name like you know its holy.

Everybody wants a taste,