softcore

Im putting on my blinders.
Im walking straight to me.
Im following my carrot.
Its plenty hard to reach.
Keep your foot out of my door.
I dont want you on my floor.
Yeah,Take it from the source.
Yeah,Its killing my softcore.
Im dressed in my best soul.
You drag it through the mud.
Id like to keep my skin on.
Its holding in my blood.
Open wounds that never heal.
Youre the flies and
Im the meal.
Dont listen.
Its not the truth just because it glistens.
Its painted.
The colorations tainted.
Skin looks good on paper to a million hungry eyes.
They just want the wrapping.
They throw away the prize .
Show her body.
**** her mind.
**** her body.
Whys she crying?