Pretty little dresses

Pretty little dresses
all done up in lace
couldn’t kill a nothing
couldn’t keep the pace
dancing in ballet shoes
swinging from the gates
pretty little dresses
pretty little face
eyes all done up screaming
never feeling safe
the room is all but porcelain
fragile like my heart
cannot see beyond my hand
my nose is growing thin
pretty little dresses
hiding pretty little sins

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