Anne Claire

Weak her bones, cold her breathpraying fearfully in the moment of deathfeels the sleep goming neartries to keep her eyes open and clearthrough the dark, theres the sound she fears
Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Easy meet placed in an ugly gamelights a candle for an endless shameyour love is her pain, growing to hate
R.I.P. for rape, shes no longer your
Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Does she turn you ondiggin in her wound its done
Go down on your
Kneespray for all your sinsbe ready to join your last lesson
Be ready to join your last kiss
Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Does she turn you ondiggin in her wound its done
Good bye, good bye my poor boy
Good boy, good boy, no more toys