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You saw me as your porcelain doll
your darling girl
Your perfection
but There was an immaculate exception
you thought i was your faithful pet
the dog who'd
"she'd be back"
But when my temper rose
and my feelings froze
you blamed me for the fucked up shit you chose
And when the time came
I, like always, took the blame
for your shame
when it was you, not I
who did the dirt
but i was the one who always seemed to get buried
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