| She was once a princess, but now she’s a mess
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| Fiend for a fix like a restless
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| And the sex won’t puck it less
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| When she was a sweet thing, nevertheless
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| Back in the day, sexually abused as a child
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| She was surely likely to end up this way
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| The past lived in her dark parts of her brain
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| And only having… took away the pain
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| So she folded the pain, and lit the flame
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| Inhale, exhale out one again
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| She’s on the game, the… love a face,
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| Just lock the name
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| With only yourself to blame, she lives as hell
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| But there’s a million other girls just like Michelle
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| Out in the streets with nothing else to sell
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| To do desperate mells, of a denim sells so No wonder she’s a thief to boot
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| And the cost of searching things she can loot
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| What it’s worth to her and what it’s worth to you
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| Any other way, rhyme vice first the truth
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| She’s ignited, plus she got a support habit
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| And she resort towards source of …
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| Even to… she's always out. |
| she spares no goodbye
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| I’ve been tracking myself to know with the lone
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| For such a while, I just don’t know
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| Cause the path I’ve take it’s something I can’t change
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| Or what step in my way, it’s a deepest shame. |