SHE WOKE UP WITH A SOUR TASTE IN HER MOUTH
AND A BITTER SWEET ON HER TONGUE
WHERE SHE CAN'T GET ENOUGH SPIT TO SPIT IT OUT
NOW SHE HAS NO FRIENDS, SHE HAS NO LOVED ONES
THEY HAVE ALL LEFT TIME AND TIME AGAIN
BECAUSE SHE HATES HER LIFE, SHE HATES HER SELF,
SHE ONLY WANTS HER KNIFE AND HER VEINS
WHICH WILL SOON BECOME ONE
WHEN SHE GETS THE JOB DONE,
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I would like to translate this poem
who's she? ! niiice poeem.. keep up writting.. =)