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She is so fucked up And it freaks me out She is so messed up Always finds something to worry about She cries on cue Ain't that a sad thing to do? She is so fucked up She's a constant source of pain Now I decide to fuck her further up And flush my past down the drain I'm on the edge from too much thinking I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking I'm a poem with no rhyme I'm a victim of a crime I'm a writer with no pen Desperately searching for ways to write again Could someone please unlock my heart? Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell She's my favorite work of art My own personal hell She cries on cue Ain't that a sad thing to do? I'm a poem with no rhyme I'm a victim of a crime I'm a writer with no pen Desperately searching for ways to write again SongtexteSo she's seeing another man I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am I'm on the edge from too much thinking I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking I'm a poem with no rhyme I'm a victim of a crime I'm a writer with no pen Desperately searching for ways to write again (Grazie a Flò per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania