Title: Dressed Down
by Gin from Northamptonshire | in writing, poetry
So who are you to call me self-obsessed?
On the lines on my palm and the way that I'm dressed?
Well a five dollar bill will now buy you my soul
'Cause I'm tired of its torture, it's lost all control
I've no hope in my heart and no bow in my hair
Only one bone to pick and yet no time to spare
So believe all the hype, go run grab the phone
My head's in your hands; I'm so sick and alone.
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