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Did you care when you struck me there?
Right in that spot
Right in my sensitive gut

I bet you didn’t know
my heart’s encaged there
Because I’m not like her
God didn’t make me right

In that empty hole
where there should be a heart
is just a load of s***
God, I’m surprised that I still kick

And in my lungs, my phalanges ly
they scrape my sides
cuz they’re trying to get out
As my rib cage bleeds
and the puddles start to form
gravity plays its tricks
The liquid runs down into my eyes

Why couldn't I have a normal face?
With working joints that are in the right place

Cuz you don’t want a girl, a girl like me
with big red lips
like Rudolph's big red nose

God didn’t make me right