The scars on my legs areinsatiable dregsstrained straight from pH bliss.The granular circular tracks on my tonguewhere since young, pills began to fos..
This is the song you never heardA pair of wings without a birdA second, fourth, without a thirdPerhaps reality deterredThis is your face without a mas..
I run from where I come fromI am from pregnant Madness who loused up at her navy baseAnd I am from Denial who fell in love with Madness and dealt chem..
What do you think of my lips, of my eyes?What should I change in my hips, in my thighs?Tell me, what's wrong with my stomach and arms?If I lost a few ..