You tell me to say what is on my mind
I open my mouth then I do
How could such vulgar words come out of someone so kind
But these are my feelings toward you
You're a sick distorted beast
That only knows to break hearts
I am not your beauty, to say the least
You're slowly tearing me apart
Please stop I cried out
You shook your head and laughed
What is this truly about?
But now that is the past
I am not your toy
Nor am I your beauty
You're not mine
I'm not yours
I am my own beauty
And you just happened to be the beast
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