If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand crimes, my dear,
Be certain you leave not a mark as you fall through the air.
Somehow I knew from the start that you needed to fear, my dear -
Your teeth gleamed out bright as your feet kicked away the chair.
You must have looked lovely, that night in the snow,
Your tongue flashing quick as the shadows do grow,
Lovely and vicious and soft as the fog,
Upend the bottle and drink all the grog,
You stumble and fall into covetous eyes,
Enveloped in hands that seek your demise,
Blink back the tears and never be free,
But you'll leave all that to me,
All that to me.
If I've told you twice, I've told you too many rhymes, my dear -
Be certain to take all you can, possessions are rare.
I tried to say from the start that you would end here, my dear -
Smashed all to bits, broken beyond all repair.
And this isn't quite what you expected of me,
And this isn't quite what you wanted to be,
Lovely and weak as if wed at sixteen,
Full of false hope and incurable dreams,
Hips bulging outward, breasts weighed right down,
The dancer of springtime has torn off her gown,
And you'll take it or leave it, you won't understand,
This is according to plan,
According to plan.
If I've told you thrice, you've gone too far to hear, my dear -
Be certain to stifle your cries, the children will stare.
They didn't know the machine would break down right here, so queer -
But that life is done and the sightless eyes bulge and despair.
But your body was used up, alone and forlorn -
Lips painted red and body's all torn,
Bred for good breeding, a forgotten horse,
Couldn't live long once it can't stay the course,
Wouldn't fade quickly and die in due time,
Write a suicide note with a terrible rhyme,
Ascend the staircase and hang up the noose,
Smile once more, that there's nothing to lose,
Nothing to lose.
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