I've been contemplating suicide. But it really doesn't suit my style. So i think i'll just act bored instead. Who can take the blood i would've shed? She makes me feel so ugly. My heart is really on it's knees. But i keep a poker face so well. That even mother couldn't tell. But my baby's so vain. She is almost a mirror. And the sound of her name. Sends a permanent shiver down my Spine. I keep her photograph against my heart. For in my life she plays a starring part. All alcohol and cigarettes. There is no room for cheap regrets.
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