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You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim: All Hail the Heartbreaker

A Girl Called Kill

15 April 1988
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I'm 21 years old...technically an adult, but I still act like a child.

[I'm a Pirate, You're a Princess]

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma painted with eyeliner and with a bow in my hair.

[Climbing on the way up, Sizing up the competition, Waiting for the right time, Strike a chord and change your life]

You might think you know me...but you probably don't...

[Don't you think for one-second that I will forget the reasons I cried]

I don't think I'm a nice person...though I try so hard to be.

[If it makes you less sad we'll start talking again, and you can tell me how vile I already know that I am]

I know that the things I do sometimes hurt people...but I never meant to hurt anyone but me.

[Help, I have done it again, I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame...]

Hugs save lives.

[Be my friend, hold me, wrap me up, unfold me, I am small and needy, warm me up and breathe me]

I'm over being treated like shit by people I care too much about

[Face down in the dirt, she says, "This doesn't hurt." She says, "I've finally had enough."]

I just want to mean something to someone.

[Oh how I wish I meant a little more than a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips]