So you've had a taste of the toxic love and you spit it all over the floor.
Satisfying the growing lust, compulsively wanting more.
Now you drown in your own filth,
Ain't it a crying shame,
To see a woman poison herself
And destroy her child's brain?
One day she won't be able to tell who's reflection she see's,
She'll stare at herself and wonder which one is the reality.
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