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Blame it on Satan

Are you sick?
Is there a feeling of nausea attacking you from all sides
Do you feel the chocking sensation
Fingers wrapped around your throat
How kinky indeed
Do you feel
The way your lungs burn
How desperate you are to catch your breath
Are the tears falling now
Or are they waiting
Are you holding them back
Did the dam break yet?
Are they spilling uncontrollably
Are you fighting a battle lost
Is the sadness crippling
The loneliness frightening
Don't worry love
Just blame it on Satan
Prayers never hurt anyone did they?

Do you feel beautiful?
The sun is shining
You're itching for that perfect angle
All for the gram baby girl
Your clothes on
The sexy little top with tight jeans to match
Your hair
Is it wavy or curly
Straight
Silky or do you have an afro like mine?
Your make up on
Or not but you feel sexy either way
Your eyes pop
And that look in your eyes
Do you feel sexy?
Seductive dare I say
Will you post it?
Of course you will
You need to feed the eyes of those behind the screen
Like a nervous chef hoping the meal was more than enough
But it's not
They will judge
Even if they haven't seen it sweet heart
You'll be a slut
A whore
A bitch to that too
And your tears will fall
But its okay baby girl
Just blame it on Satan

Are you scared
Of the demons on your head
How your wrists make love to the sharp side of the knife
How it's all clear that everyone around you is fake
And they'll live
When you can't take anymore
Its draining to be perfectly happy
Before everyone's eyes
Who am I kidding?
You love the attention
You'd do anything for it
And when it gets too much
You'd blame it on Satan