My lipstick always looked better on you
smeared zigzags making their way down your chest
i like red best
blood red

i bit my lip until it turned blue
didnt want to scream your name
when she`s in the other room

that ghost of me
my former self
sitting in a silver frame
smiling so fucken pretty
I hate her

I never thought a picture could haunt you
but it does

your handprints on my ass
are the prettiest shade of pink
i feel no pain when your in me

you can bite me
stratch me
slap me

my moans are muffled against your neck
and she sneaks back in my mind
that bitch sure knows how
to ruin my good time

I tell myself one more time
its just a picture
but a picture is worth a thousand words
like the dirty ones your whispering in my ear

Why cant i forget her
it`s just a picture
just a picture
a picture of me

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