Miss Anne Throwpick (heartagramslash) wrote in songfichallenge,
Miss Anne Throwpick

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Challenge Song #17

apologies for lateness
here this weeks offering

She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home (Forever)

Oh (She’s the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse
When I see her, it’s worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never
She’s coming home (Forever)

Oh (She’s the only one who makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy
Aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face
To recognise
Such a pheromone cult
To terrorize
I won’t let this build up inside of me

Oh, I'm a slave and
I am a master
No restraints and
Unchecked collectors
I exist through my need
To self-oblige
She is something in me
That I despise
I won’t let this build up inside of me

She isn’t real!
I can’t make her real!
(She isn’t real, I can’t make her real)

Happy Scribblin
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