she's got good manners she shivers like a leaf she drinks some water she talks about a lot of things she's got some friends which have some friends as well she sleeps with doors locked (to) avoid the things waiting outside she's got no mirror she's got contracted eyes her biggest wish is a heart to fake real life she's got some d** she's got some awesome pills she lost her self–esteem but nevermind robots don't feel nothing
she's such a goddess useful in every way she stops to drown when fire's all around nevermind the panic you will get used to it it's just another bleak place forget what you did she thinks she's pregnant which makes her feel alright and her pony-tail will make a good trophy tonight spit at me you don't need a reason it's just in case you never know what comes next spit at me you don't need a reason spit in my face