Michelle Asswit Biography

I knew once those cold hands touched my chest
The grin on your voice would start looking malicious
But my blind eyes and wishful thinking
Was hoping my assumptions were fictitious
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I met a sociopath
I fell in love
He treated me like dirt
He used no glove
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Little children laugh
When they see dancing flowers
Something so simple
Will entertain them for hours
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You know who I'm reffering to
I'm talking about people like you
You live inside your shadow
Liking things other people know
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What I write is never complex
What I say has little to no affect
I used to believe I would change the world
I guess I was happier when I was a little girl
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