I’ve pried open your eyelids
And I’m forcing you to look, now
My loins laid bare before you
All my ineptitude
And the lies

But no–you still don’t see

Do you?

My, my

You’ve wounded a soul or two today

1, 5, 14
1, 17, 14
1, 7, 15, 08
5, 12, 12
3, 2, 12

These don’t matter to you, do they.

Melanie fucking Zimmer

Fucks us all with her pretend lies

It’s not about the numbers
Meaningless to you
Because these numbers
Who I am

And I am nothing
But numbers
To you.

Oh you
Oh you
Oh you

Nothing —


Even to me


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