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I feel like writing a song

Wooden doll

Can you hear the words as they drip from my tongue?
Like blood when razor sharp scorn come from my throat?
They'r red, ur dead
And to hell youll go and I say good riddence b***h.

Yeah we had our times, our love, our moments of
That ooy gooy s**t they call love but you no really
Iwasnt into u, you wernt into me
Now burn in fire and brimstone you trashy tramp!

Who do you think you are
Taking my life by the strings
You severed them, severed them
Now Im just your wooden doll

Back then we thought what we had was real and true
But honestly I was your slave, for fear of my own pain
I was with you, you were with him
And now you come on your knees begging forgiveness of me

Now you can sleep in satans crypt wrapped in sheets of fine linen
And the apiphoney hits that maybe you were wrong
about me, about us
But you no I dont really give a damn about you and what you say

Who do you think you are?
Taking my life by the strings
You severed them, severed them
Now Im just your wooden doll

But you abused me, used me up
in a single mortal breath that escapes you now
You've died I havn't cried
Because your selfishness selfishnesswas your undoing

Im looking at your death certificate and your birth
I dont believe you lived, you wern't real,
You couldnt be, heres the proof
Through it all I loved you I loved you

Who do you think you are?
Taking my life by the strings
You severed them, severed them
Now Im just your wooden doll.....

(Spoken)

And so all the nights tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling my life and my bride
In her seplicher there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Burn b***h!!!!!!!!