I dont want to look soft how women shood raped in the alley killed in the wood but at least i was soft soft and feminine holding my husband hes a grown man boss me around i dont mind your the meat and im the hide and the seed inside of me will share the abuse he'll see why should i look like her? why should i be concerned? is it what god wants? or is it just you? why should i be deprived? I ask god why oh why? I ask myself why i hide? and i try to like your body so maybe god will want me, maybe someday, i'll be, soft.

I will grow horse hooves I will feel your arms around my body and it wont feel like youre not the dirt you're not part of me Swallow me Swallow me I am nature green eyes wet soft soil Swallow me

youre just like a girl cause youre hitting the right places and if the oceans made of sand then we'd all be in the water

well, Im tired of hurting and Im tired of hurting and Im tired of being scared im tired of being afriad and everytime you hurt me everytime you change your mind dont you know that you hurt me i dont want to be afraid and everytime that you touch me im scared you could take it away did you know you scare me often? but im tired of being afraid

em c well, his legs were bent in the most peculiar way and his skin turned white as it beat against the waves and when he looks there's no melanin in his eyes the angels put that sheet there, its milky white em c no Im not okay no Im not okay no Im not okay no Im not okay gcem in the ocean it tastes just like salt gc em and in my mind you taste just like salt gc em c and someday maybe in the clouds I'll go and my eyes will sink into my skull em c no Im not okay no Im not okay no Im not okay no Im not okay

well, his legs were bent in the most peculiar way and his skin turned white as it beat against the waves and when he looks there's no melanin in his eyes the angels put that sheet there, its milky white in the ocean it tastes just like salt and in my mind you taste just like salt and someday maybe in the clouds I'll go and my eyes will sink into my skull

Well, I like the large sweaters I like the smell of the ocean and the wind, my mother wiped my legs off, and the sand scratched across my skin I wish I was young again so i dont have to feel so sad and we used to get cookies out in the Mendocino air sometimes I wish I was dead so I can go back to it well, it tastes just like bagels and I dont know whats coming yet now I feel like no one likes me and Im not as close as I was to the pieces of crab shell that we tried not to step on and I dont feel ugly my fingers taste like salt and I dont want to go home

how could you do that after i'd wrapped myself around your waist its like a slap on my ugly face once I've been hooked lips dont stop bleeding you are the brook where i have been feeding i have been feeding

who wants to break me down who wants to let me in with a hand on the shadow who cares about it now and i am a radio and no one is at the door when the window blows open there is nothing anymore and i dont have a shadow to follow me around or something good in life i dont know whats wrong with me and i want to curls my tongue in something that is warm and stay in someone else till I become a shadow

well, it crackles like leaves in dirt I guess sometimes its good to be hurt the girl who whisper in my ear its so dead it starts to turn clear and Im a sick a sick sick fuck call me a creep cause I dont give a fuck cause Im a creep a sick sick sick fuck death turns milky in the water if you don't hear I'll scream louder and god didnt give me soical skills or a pretty or good pills.